Page 111 of The Bad Husband

She takes them off while I open my fly and free my erection. It bounces up––perfect for her to take into her mouth.

Her eyes glint with a smile as she walks to me, naked.

I finish unbuttoning my skirt and untucking it before I unfasten my belt and push my pants down slightly.

“Start with whatever you want,” I murmur, watching her through my eyelashes.

I bet she’s blushing.

I bet she’s thinking about taking me into her mouth first.

I hope she is.

I wrap my fist around my erection, watching her lower herself between my legs.

She sets her knees onto a folded towel, while I have a perfect visual of her.

Long hair, perky breasts, luscious lips, glinting eyes.

She’s so beautiful in the moonlight.

She is so not my type.

She was so right about us being mismatched.

Still our chemistry is off the charts.

Still she can’t say no to me. And she can’t stop herself from wanting me. She comes whenever I touch her.

Is that the main ingredient of a good relationship? No.

But it’s a good indicator of where we’re headed.

Even if it’s only lust and pleasure.

There may come a day, though, when lusting after each other won’t be enough. When she might wake up in the morning, glance in the mirror, and figure out that she might like to start a new job and date the guy in accounting. Or the veterinarian. Or the dentist.

Or the guy who fixes her car.

No matter how much power I had at that point, it would mean nothing against her decision.

Who am I to sentence her to a life of danger just because she’s gotten entangled in this story?

I first heard of her from Henrietta. I saw a picture of her––a picture that didn’t do her justice.

But this has never been about her looks. It’s always been about her being different.

I tested her. Played with her right from the get-go because I wanted to see her reactions. Her puzzlement. Her insecurities.

I wanted to see how easy it was to make her open her legs and experience something she’d never thought she could experience.

It was fun.

It is fun.

It was satisfying to see her dwell. To watch her get derailed and not be able to date the guys that she had always wanted to date.

I wanted to give her a taste of something strong, so she could never go back to her safe, lukewarm guys.