Page 40 of The Bad Husband

The thought gives me shivers.

I never thought seriously about that. Again, it has never been something to worry about.

But now, as I feel like putting some distance between her husband and me, this seems like an important issue to consider.

A different thought spearheads through my head. It’s the same thought that has been circling my awareness for a while.

Oh, my God.

Call me suspicious, but what if she and her husband are truly in this together? Wouldn’t it work really well for them?

Creating some drama, making me do what they want me to do, and then getting all the money?

He is shady as fuck. Has no problem doing immoral things like blackmailing people and extorting them.

And she is nowhere to be found.

How convenient, isn’t it? She’s away from home for so many days just as he seduces me.

He is seducing me, right?

It’s a rhetorical question for me to ponder as my feelings become even more antagonistic.

What is going on?

I try to review what happened this evening.

He caught me trying to climb over the fence. Scooped me up and took me with him. Did that blackmailing little number on me. Got me acquainted with the illegalities of his business.

He was absolutely unfazed when I said I could do some bad stuff to him if I went to the police and told them what I knew about him.

What if he was right and those people already know about him?

The feds might do something to him. Would I go as far as snitching on him?

All these thoughts make my apprehension soar.

I wish I could go back to when the most important thing I needed to do was to select my favorite burger from a menu, and talk to Keira about getting laid.

About that…

What just happened in his office again?

My first guy wasn’t that good with his fingers. He would’ve rather have a root canal than slide a finger into me.

He was so afraid of… I don’t know what exactly. My reaction to him? The fact that I might get off? The fact that he might hurt me…?

He said something to that effect.

Whatever.

I didn’t know I could get off from a man’s fingers. Mine didn’t work like that.

Maybe I feared the process as much as my first guy did. I tried it in the comfort of my home. It still didn’t work for me. Playing with my clit did.

Back to my story.

I still get soft aftershocks as I relive Damon’s hand up my skirt. His fingers playing with my pussy. His mouth sucking on my boob.