My Cheating Wife

by Jaime Thorne

  I saved the physical for outside of the board room.

  Moving through the crowd I made my way up to the front where Jeremy and Avril were receiving compliments. I watched with guarded interest, careful not to let anyone here see too much of what I was looking at. What I was paying attention to.

  Neither Jeremy nor Avril wanted to do this. They both found this sort of pomp and circumstance beneath them, they were bored by it but they did such a good job masking it.

  I'd seen their true colors though. I knew their hearts secret desires.

  Purchasing the house next door had been relatively easy. If you have enough money it's always a simple matter to make something happen that you want to have happen.

  The construction had been a bit more difficult, not so much the act itself but rather the act of keeping it confidential. Lucky for me I'd met more than a few individuals in my travels who were willing to work under the table without asking any questions.

  Who didn't need to know why we needed a secret entrance between our two houses.

  From the outside, we looked like business partners who were close friends. We looked like a group of three who were more than acquaintances, who were familiar with each other because we trusted each other.

  But we didn't look like much more than that.

  Sure I would go out with Avril, out to galleries and restaurant openings. That was all mainly because we held interests together that Jeremy didn't have. I was doing him a favor by accompanying his wife, and no one questioned it.

  Because we saved our true attachments for the inside of our shared houses.

  I stepped close to the two of them, crossing the space between us and bridging the gap. I reached for Jeremy, grasping his hand and shaking it firmly while greeting him with a smile.

  “Congratulations friend,” I said to him, keeping my words warm with feelings that I truly felt, “You know what I always say, you're a lucky man to have kept a woman like this by your side.”

  My words were simple but my intentions were deep. I wasn't just telling him a truth that he knew, I was speaking with the authority of my own investment. I needn't tell him how lucky he was because I was as lucky as he.

  “Don't I know it,” he replied with a grin, “I don't forget that for a single day how lucky I am to live the life that I live.”

  And his words in response were laced with meaning as well. Acknowledging my statements and agreeing. Thanking me at the same time for the newness of our engagement, for the fullness of the life that we all live together.

  We released our hands and I greeted Avril next, stepping up to her and kissing her demurely on each cheek.

  “You look stunning tonight Avril,” I said to her, “Absolutely stunning, and you did such a lovely job arranging this whole evening.”

  My eyes flashed with wicked delight as I teased her with the complaint I knew she lamented. She had told me while we lay in bed exhausted from our lovemaking that she was dreading having to come up with a new answer for that remark over and over again during this party. “Thank you, Bruce,” she replied with a wry smile, “You do know how hard I worked on it.”

  Not the truth at all of course, but then she couldn't tell the truth. The truth that she had given everything away to an assistant to design because while she loved her husband and treasured the twenty years they had lived together celebrating it with anyone outside of their relationship seemed absolutely unnecessary to her.

  But of course, I would have been invited regardless. Of course, I would have been there without question. Of course, I would be there tonight when all the others here had left and it was just the three of us together and alone.

  Because I was a part of this union now, as much as each and both of them. I was tied inextricably to them, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

  So tonight when the party was done the true celebrations would begin. I would take her to their bed and strip her of this beautiful dress. I would bare her body for my eyes and for his and I would show him how to please his wife. I would give her everything that she needed, until she was aching.

  And he was as well.

  Because Jeremy would be there the whole time watching from the side. There but apart from us, but a part of us all the same.

  It was never the same without him. It was never complete without him. We were all essential to each other. We were three and one all at once.

  “A picture please,” came a polite voice from behind us.

  I turned and settled into place, flashing my winningest smile at the cameraman.

  There was a click and the picture settled in, the picture that would hang on the wall in this house and in mine. A picture of Avril in the middle, between both of the men that she loved. Their hands wrapped around her and holding her tight.

  A smile on each of our faces, because we had finally found the love we needed. Because together, and only together, were we complete.

  END

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  ABOUT “The Affair”

  When we met it was magical, passion and intensity. I knew it was the right choice to ask her to be my wife, even if we’d only known each other for a short while.

  Life moved quickly after that. House and home and routine settling in. We were happy, content, and comfortable.

  I loved him for the stability that he gave to me. The fact that I could count on him to be there when I needed him. But still this wasn’t the life I would have chose for myself, just the one I thought I should.

  I know I should be happy with this life, but I’m not. I’m bored in this house and this tiny town. Bored and seeking out a meaningful connection. Seeking out something that will make me feel alive.

  He was a sculptor, making beautiful things out of harsh and hard materials. It gave him a toned and firm body and an eye for beauty. He saw me and it excited me, filling me with the thrills that I crave.

  I know that it’s wrong. I know that I should say no. I know that I should stay true.

  I think my wife might be straying from me. Unexplained disappearances and breaks in the routine, changes to the way she’s been acting. I have to follow. I have to know.

  And when I see it I find I cannot look away. I find myself drawn deeper and deeper into something vast and dangerous. A craving that changes the way that I look at the world. A craving that changes the very person that I am.

  My wife is having an affair, and I don’t know if I want her to stop.

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  EXCERPT

  Grinning like a madwoman I pressed him back down to the bed. I slid up his body and straddled his face and pressed down on him, burying his mouth in my sex and pushing against him and making him pleasure me.

  “Oh God yes Billy lick me,” I demanded, gripping his hair and pulling him up into me, “Lick me, baby. Just like that.”

  He came to life between my thighs, working at me with a fervent need. He wanted to please me. He wanted to make me happy. In his own way, he wanted this nearly as much as he wanted that cute little demure housewife to service him. In so many ways he wanted this more.

  I felt him working against me, his tongue lapping up and down my slit while I groaned and pressed down on him. I rode his face, grinding back and forth against him while he worked on me until I felt my satisfaction prickling at the edges of me and then I demanded more.

  “Fuck me now Billy,” I told him, “Fuck me hard.”

  Pulling out from under me he leaped on me, flipping me onto my back on the bed and slipping between my thighs with eager enthusiasm. He slipped into me and pressed inside of me, filling me up with his cock and with the power and force of it.

  His thrust buried his whole length inside of me in a single stroke, and I felt a sharp spike of pain and pleasure rocket through my body.

  “OH FUCK!” I cried out, the feeling ove
rwhelming me, “Oh God yes that's what I need. Just like that. Fuck me hard now.”

  With a grunt he gave me that, his hips pounding into me and filling me up with inch after inch of his hard and thick cock.

  Again and again, he pounded into me, fucking me while I cried out for more and scrabbled in the bed for something to hold onto. Again and again, while I begged him to keep going. While I begged him to fuck me harder and begged him to fuck me faster and demanded that he not hold back.

  And that set a fury off in him, our fucking becoming a competition of who could satisfy who. Our fucking becoming a battle for supremacy as he lifted me off of the bed and into his arms. As he slammed me into the wall beside the bed and pounded into me with me pinned between him and the hard surface.

  “Yes, Billy!” I cried out, screaming out my pleasure, “Yes Billy don't fucking stop. Never stop fucking me. Never stop Billy!”

  “You like that?” he asked, “You like when my thick cock is pounding into your married pussy?”

  “Yes, Billy I love it!” I told him, “I need it. I need it more than I've ever needed anything.”

  “More than your husband?” he asked, “Can't he satisfy you like I can?”

  “No God Billy no,” I confessed, “He's nothing in comparison to you. He's never satisfied me like you have. He can never be as good as you.”

  I kissed him, shoving my tongue into his mouth and then breaking for a desperate cry.

  “Keep fucking me, Billy! Fuck me like my husband never could!”

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  About “In His Arms”

  I should have known better. I should have known what she was doing. The signs were all there, all I had to do was look.

  This has become my obsession. This has become my life. Chasing after my wife in search of proof of her infidelity. Searching for answers to questions I never thought I would have to ask.

  I never thought it could be true.

  But now I have the evidence right here in front of me. There is no way to deny it and no way to ignore it.

  My wife is having an affair.

  She is giving herself to him. She is throwing herself at him with wanton disregard for anything, our marriage, our vows, our life together. She is throwing herself at him with a desperate need for a satisfaction that only he can give her.

  And I cannot look away.

  In His Arms is a sizzling and intensely dark novella that contains infidelity and absolutely no happily ever after.

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  Excerpt from “In His Arms”

  Jessica pushed back from the table, standing and towering over us like something primal and powerful. The very room seemed to darken in her presence, as she turned her wrath on me.

  “You want this to happen then fine,” she said, “You want me to be with him then fine. You want him to fuck me and degrade me and make me into his slutty little whore then fine. That’s what I want to. I want it more than I want you.”

  Her fists were balled at her sides, and Will just sat back in his chair with a dark grin, taking in all of this.

  “But I want you to ask for it,” she demanded, “I want you to ask me to do this. I want to hear you beg.”

  The silence in the room was enormous, so big that it encompassed the space and more. So big that it weighed on me, making it difficult for me to look anyone in the eye.

  These people. These two people. These two goddamn assholes who I had let in closer than anyone else and who meant more to me in this world than anyone I’d ever known before and they were doing this.

  They were doing this to me.

  They were going to make me fucking say it.

  They were supposed to care for me. They were supposed to value me. They were supposed to give two goddamns about my needs and my desires and they had taken it this far.

  This hurt more than the affair. It hurt more than the lying and the sneaking around.

  This was a betrayal of me, of who I was. This was vengeance, and vengeance was theirs.

  I found the courage, that little seed of courage left in me. The little spark of a fire that was burning out, the ember that was warming me and making me do all of this, that had kept me going.

  I spoke.

  “I want it,” I whispered, admitting to myself for the first time a truth long denied, “I want it.”

  “I can’t fucking hear you,” she snapped, and gripped me by the chin and turned my face up to look at hers.

  And she stared down at me with scorn and disdain, but still even with her face contorted into that ugly expression I couldn’t help but see her as anything but beautiful.

  “I want it,” I said louder, “I need it. Please.”

  “That will have to do,” she sneered, “But next time you better learn how to grovel properly.”

  I didn’t have long to contemplate those words, to weigh their full meaning. I didn’t have time to fully understand what she meant by that. To know that those words meant this was only the beginning, the beginning of something terrible and irresistible and more powerful than I could ever imagine.

  Because in a moment she was on her feet, pressing up from the table and drawing the attention of both Will and me. She moved around it, sashaying her way over to him and gripping him by the collar, pulling him up out of his seat.

  She moved him to one side, positioning the both of them so that they were facing each other and I could see straight through what little gap there was between their bodies. Her hands were on his chest, and she turned to look at me once more briefly before casting me out of her mind and out of her consideration as she turned her attention towards him.

  Jessica kissed him, leaning into him and kissing him with a passion that was present but almost gentle in comparison to the vigor and force of the lovemaking I had been witness to over the last few months. But breaking that barrier served to wake the sleeping beast inside of Will, and I watched transfixed with fascination as he came to life right in front of me.

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  About “The Ride Home”

  It’s so cramped in here. So little room to move. So much of us pressed together.

  After a long day at the beach there was only two designated drivers and that left us with no other option. People in one car and things in our truck, but even still that left one more passenger needing a ride.

  He had to ride in the passenger seat, and she had to ride on his lap.

  She wasn’t happy about it. She didn’t want to ride the whole way cramped into the cab and she didn’t want to spend the ride on his lap. Not this man, this cocky and aggressive man who had been eyeballing her all day. This man who didn’t seem to care that she was married. Who didn’t seem to care that her husband was so close.

  But then her husband didn’t seem to care either.

  And he was so hard, in every possible way. And it was so close in here and things were getting even closer. His hands were on her body and it had been so long since her needs had been fulfilled.

  She wanted it. She needed it. She couldn’t resist.

  THE RIDE HOME is a sizzling and intensely dark short that contains infidelity and absolutely no happily ever after.

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  Excerpt from “The Ride Home”

  “Oh my god,” I whispered breathily, my hands touching and feeling the length of him.

  It was unbelievable. He was so long and thick it was everything that I could have possibly imagined it was when I saw him outside of the changeroom. But now there was no fabric barrier between my skin and his.

  “Careful,” he told me, “You’re… what are you doing?”

  I didn’t know how to answer that. The unease or disbelief in his voice told me that even Mike didn’t expect this response and to be honest neither did I.

  I just… I don’t know.

  Maybe it was frustration in the situ
ation or maybe it was anger at Jerry. Maybe it was the bump and jostle of the road or maybe it was Mike himself, how he had responded when I was in danger.

  Unlike Jerry, who hadn’t even asked if we were okay.

  Frustration welled up in me, mixed up with anger at the man who was supposed to be concerned for me. It was all confused with the man who was actually here with me and combined with a healthy dose of pent up sexual frustration I could feel a rising tension and need in me.

  It wasn’t going to be ignored.

  It took so much resolve to release him, even just for a moment. I pulled my hands from his throbbing cock and pressed them into the tops of my thighs, squeezing my legs tight against the warmth that was aching between them. Pushing my ass backward I could feel his cock now, pressing against my ass as I arched my back against him and stared forward out at the road ahead.

  The bumps of the road weren’t doing much to help me with ignoring the cock that was hard and pressing against me, but lucky for me I didn’t want to ignore it. I wanted to think about it. To think about it and the situation I found myself in and the asshole behind me and the asshole in the driver's seat.