Page 10 of Jealous Wife

“He’s taught me everything he knows,” Zoey said, her voice lowering almost to a whisper.

Then she sighed, long and slow, as if she was yearning to reach out and touch Rollo.

“He’s extraordinary.”

“Are you attracted to my husband?” Ava blurted.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted saying them. What good could ever come from getting an answer to that question? If Zoey said no, Ava wouldn’t believe her; if Zoey said yes, Ava’s paranoia would only get worse.

Zoey looked at Ava, measuring her face, before nodding. “Yes, he’s very attractive.”

“He’smyhusband,” Ava said sternly, feeling her nose wrinkle up as she grew angry.

“Sure,” Zoey smirked. “But relationships can break down pretty quickly, don’t you think?”

Ava’s mouth popped open. The rage rushed out of her and was replaced with terror. Cold sweat started collecting on her body, making her shiver.

“I mean,” Zoey continued, now grinning, “if his wife was being a paranoid ass, she might be pushing him right into my arms.”

Zoey’s eyes landed on Ava’s face, sparkling with mischief.

“Don’t you think so?”

Ava started to shake. The fear started to take over. Her mind raced, constantly picturing all the different ways Rollo could possibly leave her for this teenage girl.

It was going to happen. She knew it was only a matter of time now. Zoey had made her intentions perfectly clear, even if she hadn’t said anything concrete. Ava didn’t have to hear the wordsI want to sleep with your husbandto know that was exactly what Zoey was thinking.

Shaking badly now, Ava raised her hand with her index finger pointed in Zoey’s face. She wagged it, hoping to hide her shakes.

“Stay away from my husband.”

That only made Zoey grin even wider. “Knowing that I scare you this much just makes it easier for me.”

Zoey slipped away from Ava, grinning so widely it looked like her face was going to split in half. Ava couldn’t help but wish it would. At least then Zoey would be out of her way, out of her life. She’d never have to worry about a threat constantly coming onto her husband, trying to steal him away.

Now that she knew it wasn’t all in her head, there was nothing stopping her imagination. They worked together, they hung out together, and Zoey was dead set on getting into Rollo’s pants.

Rollo was going to cheat on his wife. There was no doubt about that in Ava’s mind.

It was just a question of when, and how.

Chapter 5

Stop it, you're being creepy

StickysweatcoveredmostofAva’sbody.Shecouldfeelhert-shirtclingingtoherback,soaked.Heryogapantswerewarmanddamp,especiallyaroundthecrotch,makingituncomfortabletowalk.

She stayed still in the middle of the kitchen, nibbling on her oatmeal. It was cold in the middle and the fruit she had sprinkled on top didn’t make it taste any better. Ava put the bowl on the counter, half-eaten. The delicate china clinked gently against the marble.

As she stood there, she wondered what Rollo was doing right now. He’d gone away on a business trip, leaving her at home, all alone. She didn’t do well with an empty home. The silence was eerie to her. She couldn’t hear Rollo snoring at night, nor could she hear him thudding around with his large feet. Everything felt empty and lifeless without his presence.

Ava couldn’t shake the thought that this is what her life would be like without him. If he left her for Zoey, this is what her life would be reduced to. Walking around the house aimlessly after her morning runs. Cooking dinner for one. Binge-watching show after show but not really absorbing anything.

One thing she would often do to pass the time, Rollo had forbidden. As he was walking out the front door, he’d told Ava that she wasn’t to pleasure herself in his absence. She tried not to let her disappointment and frustration show, but there was no way Rollo hadn’t seen the way her whole body sank. He’d smirked at her, instructed her not to cum until he was inside of her again, and walked out of the house.

Thinking about the words only made it worse. Knowing that she couldn’t pleasure herself was torture. Picturing her husband’s face as he told her what not to do only turned her on more. Her mind ran away from her, imagining what he would do to her if she disobeyed him.

Will he spank me if I cum? Will he fuck me until my legs are unsteady?