Page 11 of Jealous Wife

Ava shivered, tingles rushing down her stomach to her sex. Her hands instinctively drifted down her flat stomach to the waistband of her yoga pants. Her long, slender fingers slipped under the stretchy material without an issue, wriggling down toward her clitoris.

As soon as she felt her smooth, shaven vagina beneath her fingers, she instantly stopped.

No,she thought.No, I can’t. Rollo told me not to for a reason.

Ava ripped her hands out of her yoga pants, grumbling in annoyance. She just wanted to relax, to get that sweet release, but it was the one thing she couldn’t have. Ava stormed into the living room and dropped down onto the couch. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV before slouching down in the cushions.

Sulking wasn’t something Ava enjoyed doing, but she couldn’t help it. She felt like a child, refused a toy she’d been wanting for months. What the hell was she supposed to do with her days? Sit around and mope? Was that what Rollo wanted her to do? Did he want her to be miserable while he was gone?

A frightening thought entered her mind. What if Rollo wanted her to feel like this because he was getting back at her? Ava’s mind started to spin as she tried to remember if Rollo had told her who he was going away with. No names came to mind.

He’s with Zoey, she thought.He has to be with Zoey. He’s fucking her.

Blood rushed down to between Ava’s legs. Her pussy pulsed, her whole body screaming. There was nothing else for Ava to do but sandwich her hands between her knees, clamping them painfully in place. Her eyes focused on the TV, watching the bright lights flash out from the screen.

She had hoped it would distract her for a while, keeping her mind occupied. It didn’t make a difference. Ava had to keep squeezing her thighs together to stop her hands from wandering up. With her eyes closed, Ava pressed her lips together and changed her focus to her breathing.

In,she thought as she inhaled.

And out, she thought as she exhaled.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Suddenly she saw Rollo’s cock behind her eyes. Big, pink, and throbbing. Veins pushing out of the skin in long, thick lines. Ava’s thighs relaxed, allowing her hands to drift up to the very tops of her thighs. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she imagined wrapping her hands around Rollo’s cock before bringing it toward her wet, open mouth.

Ava opened her mouth, feeling the cool air rush onto her tongue, as her hands glided up to her pussy. Her fingers instantly went to her clitoris, pressing against it without moving her hands at all. Touching herself was forbidden. She knew she shouldn’t be doing it, but that just made it all the more exciting. She moved her fingers slowly to the right, rubbing her clitoris. Her legs instantly clenched and her stomach tightened, hardening as she struggled to breathe gently.

Her mind continued to play tricks on her, showing her images of Rollo’s hands drifting up a set of curvy, taut thighs. Rollo’s hairy hands slipped over the knee and into the inside of the girl’s thigh, pushing them down on a white bed sheet. As Rollo put his cock to the girl’s pussy, Ava realized that she was imagining Rollo fucking Zoey.

Her eyes opened. She looked around the living room. The TV was still on and her hands were still between her legs. Only now, her fingers were moving left and right quickly. Sweat was beading on her forehead as she worked on herself, drawing herself closer and closer to orgasm.

It took all of Ava’s strength to rip her hands away. Her pussy ached, longing for some affection, but she had to be strong. Rollo had only asked this one thing of her. She needed to do it. She needed to prove that she was a good wife. She couldn’t cum for the whole time he was away. However, when he got home, she’d be able to tear his clothes off with her bare hands.

Stop, Ava thought sharply.Stop it. You’re just teasing yourself. You’re making it harder.

The last word rattled around her mind:harder, harder, harder.Images flashed behind her eyes. Pictures of her husband slamming into the teenager he was lusting after, the teenager that wanted to steal him away. Ava could almost smell their sweat. She could hear the sound of their bodies smashing together, their skin slapping loudly.

It only took a couple of seconds for Ava to start twisting her hips as she sat on the couch. She pushed her hips backward, angling herself down toward the couch cushions. Then she leaned forward, arching her back.

Ava couldn’t resist rocking back and forth as she pictured her husband’s large hands around the girl’s throat, squeezing her neck as he fucked her.

She was grinding her clitoris, through the fabric of her yoga pants, against the cushions. It wasn’t as enjoyable as her own hands—or her husband’s—but it would have to do.

No!The voice inside Ava’s mind screamed.Stop!

Ava jumped up from the couch. Her skin was warm to the touch. Sweat was collecting on her forehead. Her legs ached and her arms were burning.

I have to get out of this house,she thought desperately.If I stay here, I’m going to make myself cum… to the thought of my husband fucking someone else.

She made her way to the bathroom, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why she was having these feelings. Everything inside of her was so jumbled up. She was jealous, yes, but it seemed that jealously fueled the fire inside her loins. It burned her. It made her yearn. It made her obsessed with the idea of marking her husband as hers every chance she could.

Ava climbed into the shower and turned the water as cold as it would go. She stood below the stream, shivering with her arms wrapped around her body. Even the cold shower couldn’t stop her dirty mind from obsessing.

All she could think about was watching Rollo fuck Zoey, watching him eat her out until she squirted all over his face. Ava imagined herself licking the liquid off Rollo’s soaked face, tasting the orgasm that Rollo had given the young girl. An excited flurry rolled through her body, causing blood to rush between her legs.

The cold shower wasn’t going to stop anything. Ava cemented her palms on the walls on either side of her, with her head craned down to look at her toes.

It’s too hard,she thought pathetically.I can’t do this. It’s too hard. I have to cum. I need to cum. Now.