Page 39 of Jealous Wife

Rollo didn’t waste a moment. He grabbed hold of Zoey’s hand and began to lead her away. There was nothing Ava could do but watch them go, still clutching onto the water jug. Zoey and Rollo vanished upstairs, into the bedroom. When the door slammed shut behind them, Ava jumped at the sound.

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Ava was left alone, in the living room, not sure what the hell she should do now. Upstairs, she could hear the sound of their feet pounding along the floor as they made their way to the bed. She could only imagine what was happening in their marital bed.

It was too much for her imagination to handle. She put the water jug on the coffee table and sprinted upstairs after them. The sound of her shoes thudding against the stairs shook through the house, but she didn’t care. She had to be in there with them. She had to watch.

Ava didn’t bother waiting when she got to the bedroom door. She opened it and walked right through. Zoey was perched on the edge of the bed with Rollo standing over her. Both of them were fully dressed but Zoey’s hand was back on Rollo’s cock, rubbing him through his pants.

They looked over to her, their bodies paused.

“What are you doing?” Rollo asked.

“I’d like to watch,” Ava said, her voice sounding strangely confident. “Can I please watch?”

Rollo’s eyes drifted down to Zoey’s face. She was staring at Ava, thinking about her choices. Ava held her breath as she waited for her answer. For a moment, it looked like Zoey was going to say no. Her mouth was pulled up at one corner, almost grimacing. She shook her head from side to side, ever so slowly, before finally speaking.

“If you watch,” Zoey started, “there will be rules.”

Ava gulped, feeling her whole body start to throb. This was it. She was going to see it happen. She was going to be able to watch her husband fucking someone else. Ava’s wildest dreams were coming true, right in front of her eyes.

“I don’t want you moving,” Zoey said curtly, “or speaking. I’m going to tie you up and leave you in the corner, gagged.”

Zoey stood from the bed and made her way over to Ava, their eyes locked together. Ava’s whole body was singing. The excitement was building inside her like a wave, ready to crash down at any moment. Zoey’s tight little body approached her, the girl’s eyes looking Ava’s body up and down as she circled around.

“Undress,” Zoey said, a new harshness to her young voice.

Ava felt the heat rise up in her cheeks. Zoey hadn’t said anything about being naked. Still, she wanted to see this. She had to be in here for this. There was no turning back now.

Her shaking hands moved up to her light pink blouse and began to unbutton it. Once it was open, she gently pried the fabric from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Next to come off was her skirt. She unzipped the side of it and let it fall down, revealing her bare legs to the room.

Zoey began to tap her foot against the wood floor, growing impatient with Ava’s speed. She hurried herself, winding her arms around her back to unhook her tiny bra. It fell to the floor, revealing her tiny breasts for Zoey to stare at. Her right eyebrow raised as she stared at Ava’s nipples.

The last thing to come off was her underwear. She kicked it off to the side, ashamed of how wet the cotton was. She was more turned on than she wanted to admit. Zoey’s penetrating eyes drifted up and down Ava’s naked body, making her feel exposed. She moved her arms to cover her measly breasts but Zoey just slapped her hands away.

“Hold your arms above your head,” Zoey demanded.

Ava had to do as she was told. More than anything, she wanted to see Rollo fucking Zoey with her own eyes. She needed to see it, even if it was only this one time.

Zoey walked away from Ava then, turning toward their walk-in wardrobe. She started rifling through Rollo’s clothes, looking for neckties. She emerged with a whole pile of them slung over her arm. She took one of them and wrapped it around Ava’s wrists, starting to tie her hands together tightly.

“Keep your hands up,” Zoey demanded.

Ava knew that she would. Whatever Zoey wanted, she would get.

The next thing to change was her stance. Zoey kicked at Ava’s ankles, forcing her to spread her legs. Ava did as she was told, spreading her legs so far apart that her hips ached.

She could feel the wetness spreading, leaking down to the insides of her thighs. Before long, it would be pooled on the floor beneath her feet. Her face turned red as she imagined Zoey seeing the puddle. What punishment would she get? Or would Zoey just tell her to get out instead?

Her pussy clenched at the thought of Zoey forcing her to do degrading things, just for being turned on. She imagined Zoey pushing her to the floor and forcing Rollo to ride her until she came.

A harsh slap stung across her cheek. “Hey,” Zoey said. “Pay attention to me.”

Ava had gotten carried away and ignored something that Zoey had asked her to do. She gulped and nodded, careful not to speak.

“Open your mouth,” Zoey said through her teeth, clearly annoyed.

Ava did as she was told, opening her mouth as wide as possible. To her horror, she saw Zoey holding her panties. She rose them to Ava’s mouth, balling them up as her hand moved through the air.