Page 4 of Jealous Wife
All of the muscles in Ava’s legs started to clench and spasm. Hot waves rolled through her stomach and limbs. Her knees turned weak and her legs started to cramp. Ava’s wet face flushed red as her blood rushed through her body, preparing for the sweet release.
Her body clamped down on Rollo’s shaft. All of her enveloping him tightly as the pleasure washed over her. She couldn’t hold back the sensations that took over her, making it hard to stand upright. Ava’s body curled up as her stomach clenched, the waves of hot tingles making it hard to concentrate on anything else.
Rollo’s hands moved to her stomach, holding her up as she came. He didn’t stop moving, though. He kept thrusting inside her, enjoying the way her body tightened around his shaft. He went harder and harder, slamming into her incessantly, only to blow his load inside her a few seconds later with a loud groan. It was a strange, airless sound. Then he leaned forward, putting his wet chest against Ava’s back.
Both of them were barely able to catch their breath, holding one another as the water splashed down onto them. Rollo’s meaty hands reached up to touch Ava’s small mounds and gave them a little squeeze.
Ava’s mind wasn’t focusing on the sensation, though. She was more consumed with what was going on in her head. Had the idea of her husband sleeping with the girl really turned her on that much? Was that the reason she’d peaked so quickly?
Rollo pulled out of her, now limp and sticky, and edged past her in the shower. Ava allowed herself to step backward and watched her husband begin washing himself. Her whole body felt relaxed and at ease, but her mind was racing.
Was this really a path she wanted to go down? She’d gotten so jealous just looking at them. Why was the thought of watching them in action so tantalizing?
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Ava rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, feeling the bright red silk brush against her soft skin. Looking at herself in the mirror, she shifted her weight from leg to leg. It made the long slit on the side of her dress move and stretch, revealing both of her thighs. The material barely covered her legs, the slit reaching all the way up to her hips.
Spaghetti straps dug into her shoulders, keeping the fabric tight against her chest. The open back made it impossible for Ava to wear a bra, so he could see her nubs poking through the thin material. She absentmindedly brushed her fingertips across them.
The muscles in her stomach clenched at the feeling. Her mind wandered, thinking about Rollo and the girl he’d most likely been inside. Ava’s insides throbbed in reply, a deep ache growing within her.
Rollo came out of the bathroom behind her, as if he’d heard her thoughts. Ava looked at him through the mirror, moving her hand up to her shoulder before he noticed that she had been fondling herself.
He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt, the top three buttons undone. Ava had always loved that suit on him. The stitching was impeccable, as was the cut. It made him look like a supermodel. She watched as his eyes drifted down her body, admiring her. Ava smiled at his reflection.
“You look fantastic,” Rollo breathed.
Ava whirled around on her bare feet to face Rollo. “So do you,” she reached out to smarten his suit, smoothing it down and making it straight. “I’ve always loved this suit on you.”
“Come on,” he said gently, looking into her eyes. “We’re already late.”
Ava grinned. “Let me get my shoes on.”
Without another word, Ava moved to the door and slipped her feet into her strappy, high-heeled shoes. Once she was ready, with a small purse hanging off her shoulder, she looked back to her husband. His eyes were drifting up and down her body, ogling her. A shot of excitement ran through Ava as his eyes widened with the realization that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
They took their time getting down to the hotel’s breezy open air bar, sauntering through the hallway on the way to the elevator. Ava kept her arm cemented on Rollo’s, keeping a tight hold on him. She needed the whole world to know that he was hers.
When they got into the bar, Ava was surprised to find it almost empty. They were able to get a little table toward the back of the room. Ava couldn’t help but think about how easily she could slip off her shoes and push her bare foot all the way up Rollo’s thigh. No one would be able to see a thing.
Ava sipped her glass of wine, feeling the tartness roll slowly down her throat, warming her as it went. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Rollo. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said about him. They were drifting around the room, searching for familiar faces. Without a doubt, Ava knew that he was searching forher.
“Who the girl?” Ava asked.
Rollo’s eyes snapped to her face. “What girl?”
“The girl you spent all yesterday with,” Ava said, a little too harshly.
Rollo’s face instantly changed. A smug smile played on his lips and he leaned back in his seat. “I hardly spent all day with her.”
“Who is she?” Ava insisted on getting an answer.
“She’s here with her parents,” he said simply. “She said she’s taking the semester off college to find an internship and get some experience.”
Ava nodded once, measuring his expression. There was something different about him. His face looked too calm, as if he was acting.
“You can’t be serious,” Rollo said, the smile fading. He knew what she was thinking. “I would never cheat on you. You know that.”
“Mhm,” Ava said curtly, before leaning forward and putting her glass on the table between them. “I’m sure you’re attracted to her. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Have you seen her?”