Page 38 of Jealous Wife

Avakeptherselfcoopedupinthekitchen.Ifsheventuredoutsideofit,shewouldjustgostraighttowhereherhusbandandZoeyweremakingoutonthelivingroomsofa.ShewantedtoseewhatitlookedlikewhenRollo’stonguedartedinandoutofZoey’smouth;shewantedtoexperiencethesightofRolloyankingonthegirl’shair,forcingherneckbacktoexposeherbarethroat.Avawantedtoseeitall…butZoeywasstilluncomfortablewithherpresence.

Ava wasn’t sure why. Zoey was aware he was married and she was also aware that their affair had been allowed by her. Why would it be strange that she would want to watch what she had created? Without Ava, neither of them would be where they were right now—making out on the white leather couch.

The sounds of their mouths traveled through the house well. Ava could hear the sloppy sounds of their tongues, the moans that escaped their lips. If she strained really hard, she could even hear the sounds of their hands as they rubbed up and down each other’s bodies, rustling against their clothes.

That would have to be enough for Ava for now. Usually, all she had to go on was her imagination, but having noises was better than that. It made it so much more real. She could hear the way her husband enjoyed the girl’s body, she could listen to them kissing and see them in her mind’s eye. For once, what she was imagining would probably be accurate.

With her butt pressed against the cabinets, she leaned back with her arms folded across her chest as she stayed perfectly still. Her head was craned to the right, toward the door. Ava held her breaths every so often, just so she could hear better.

Every time she heard a moan, or a wet kiss, her whole body shivered. There was nothing more exciting than knowing that they were out there, preparing to fuck. Her pussy was pulsing between her legs. She had to squeeze her thighs to stop her hands from wandering down there.

Rollo hadn’t removed his blanket ban from orgasms, even though he was getting plenty of his own. Ava tried not to feel bitter about it but she couldn’t help it. While her husband was creaming into the girl, she was feeling deprived and thirsty for some attention.

Her body leaned to the side as she strained to hear what was going on in the other room. It was the only thing she could concentrate on. Everything else in the world was dissolving away. Listening to the sound of Rollo kissing his mistress was the only thing of importance.

I can refill their drinks,Ava thought suddenly.

She moved away from the kitchen counter and went straight to the refrigerator, pulling out a large jug of ice-cold water. That was the only way she was going to be able to see whatever it was they were doing.

Grasping the handle, she held her head up high and walked out of the kitchen. She figured that if she walked with confidence and purpose, Zoey would be less threatened by her being there. Ava walked across the living room, keeping her footsteps quiet so as not to disturb them, and went over to the coffee table.

She tried her best not to look at the sight of her husband’s body pressed against Zoey’s as Ava reached for their glasses. It was hard to keep her eyes down. Knowing that they were making out just a few feet away from her was hard to resist. She had to, though, otherwise, she’d spill the water everywhere.

Once their glasses were refilled, Ava took the opportunity to look at them. Zoey’s shapely legs were wrapped around Rollo’s hips, pulling him down onto her body. Their hands were all over each other’s bodies as their mouths worked in unison. Both of them had their eyes closed as they continued to make out.

Ava felt her body start to react. Her pussy started to pulse as she stared at them, watching her husband’s tongue dart in and out of the teenager’s mouth. Moisture gathered in her underwear, her juices soaking into the soft cotton material. Her stomach clenched as she looked between them. They were touching each other, right in front of her eyes. It was really happening. Ava’s wildest dreams were coming true.

Zoey’s right eye popped open, looking straight at Ava’s face. She immediately stopped kissing Rollo and began to push him off, her hands digging into his chest.

“Rollo, stop,” she whispered, giving him the side-eye. “She’s doing it again.”

Only after a couple more shoves did Rollo understand she was serious. He moved away from her to look up at the room. It was then he saw Ava, standing over them, watching. Ava could feel her legs quivering as she stared between them. She’d caused it to stop, she’d done this to herself. Her heart sank in her chest as she watched Zoey sit up on the couch, wiping the corners of her mouth as she straightened herself up.

“I just came in to refill your drinks,” Ava said quietly.

“We didn’t ask you to,” Rollo snapped. “Leave us.”

“No,” Zoey sighed. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Upstairs?” Ava repeated, her voice faint. “To the bedroom?”

“Sure,” Rollo said, completely ignoring Ava as he spoke to Zoey. “We can go upstairs.”

“Toyourbedroom,” Zoey stated, her eyes staring at Rollo’s. “Not the guest bedroom.”

“Our…” Ava’s voice trailed off as her sex throbbed between her legs. “our bedroom?”

Rollo looked up to Ava then. “We’ll be going upstairs, then.”

He stood up from the couch and held out his hand for Zoey to take. Ava wasn’t looking at his hand, though. She was more interested in the huge erection poking through his dark jeans. It snaked up his thigh, pressing hard against the material.

As Ava stared at it, she saw Zoey’s hand come into her sight. Her fingers brushed Rollo’s cock, teasing him as he stood there. Ava couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs together as she watched Zoey’s deft fingers drift up and down her husband’s cock.

There was no question about it—Zoey was doing that to tease Ava as much as Rollo. Ava couldn’t rip her eyes away from the sight. Her whole body started to quiver with anticipation and excitement. Was Zoey going to unzip his fly? Open up his pants and bring his cock out? Was she going to take it into her mouth and start sucking?

All of a sudden, Zoey stopped. She dropped her hand away from Rollo’s cock and stood up from the couch. She stared at Ava, her eyes cold and calculating.

“Let’s go,” Zoey snapped, not moving her focus from Ava’s face.