Page 7 of Jealous Wife

“Can you stop moving the bed?” Rollo asked, mumbling his words.

Ava immediately stopped and tried to steady her breaths. The heat in her face changed from ardour to embarrassment. She cringed and rolled over onto her side, unable to stop her face from scrunching up.

She stayed perfectly still as she wondered what the hell was wrong with her. Why was she doing that when her husband was right beside her? She could easily have woken him up and had him get on top of her. He’d have worked away at her until the morning light if that’s what she’d wanted. Rollo never said no to her. He was always eager. Ready.

So why was I doing that to myself instead of letting him have his way with me?Ava couldn’t stop thinking about it. She curled up, shrinking down into the fetal position, and stayed that way until she fell asleep.

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The next thing Ava knew, there was something warm and soft against her lips. At first, she tried to move away from it, but her husband’s hands were clamped at the back of her head, not letting her escape. When Ava’s blurry eyes started to clear, she saw the tip of Rollo’s hardness pressing against her lips, pink and throbbing.

Ava opened her mouth and allowed it inside. She wrapped her lips around her teeth and shifted her body, trying to straighten her back to get comfortable. She was on her side, her head slightly off the pillow. Rollo was on his knees at the head of the bed, his hairy arms stretched down at his sides to hold up Ava’s head.

She didn’t even have to move. Rollo thrust into her mouth, pushing to the back of her throat until she gagged. They’d done this thousands of times, thousands of mornings. Rollo was impatient with Ava’s speed and often took over, ramming away at her face until he spurted down her throat.

Ava closed her eyes and let Rollo do whatever he wanted. His hands wrapped around her neck, gripping her tightly as he continued to use her mouth. It was easy for her to wake up when her husband was plowing into her holes.

Within a couple of minutes, she was wide awake, her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself as he pumped repeatedly into her mouth. She wished he would have thrust between her legs instead, it would have helped her release some tension, but she knew he was probably in a rush to get to work.

Rollo shoved his shaft down her throat and held it there, pushing Ava’s nose into the curly hairs at the base of it. Gurgling, gagging noises came out of Ava’s throat. She could barely breathe with Rollo’s cock jammed so far down her throat, nor with the mess of hair up her nose. She tried to hold her breath as best she could. She raised her tongue in her mouth, pushing it against Rollo’s member to make her mouth even tighter.

Within a couple of seconds, Rollo’s warm, salty seed spurted out of the head. Most of it went straight down Ava’s throat, threatening to choke her, but a little bit of it remained on her tongue. As Rollo removed himself from her mouth and crawled away across the bed, Ava swallowed what remained in her mouth.

Ava relaxed back into bed as she watched Rollo prepare his clothes for work. He walked into their bathroom and turned the shower on. He still stank of whiskey and cigars. There was no way he could go to work smelling that badly. A sudden thought popped into Ava’s head. It was Friday yesterday—Saturday today.

She shot up in bed and stared at Rollo, feeling her chest rising and falling in fear. “Where are you going?”

Rollo didn’t look at her. Instead, he kept looking through his suits to see what he wanted to wear. “Going to see Zoey,” he said absentmindedly. “Why?”

“Oh,” Ava said, trying to control her voice to make herself sound sleepy and innocent. “I just remembered it was Saturday, that’s all.”

In order to keep Rollo thinking she didn’t suspect a thing, Ava had to recline back into bed and pretend to dip in and out of sleep. Rollo put his suit on the bed, ready for when he got out of the shower, before vanishing into the bathroom. Ava listened to the sound of the water splashing onto his hard body before trickling down to the bottom of the shower, spiraling down the drain.

She stayed as still as possible while Rollo got dressed, making him believe that she was fast asleep. His clothes rustled as he put them on. He then leaned over the bed and planted a small, warm kiss on Ava’s forehead. He was leaving now, heading off to the girl’s apartment to make the bed springs squeak with her, no doubt. Ava felt like she was the appetizer and Zoey was the main course.

The front door closed gently. Ava sprang into action. She jumped out of bed and raced to her closet, rifling through it to find an outfit that she would never wear. Something that covered her entire body. She chose a sweatshirt that was at least three sizes too big, paired with sweatpants, shades, and a baseball cap.

Ava didn’t bother to put any make-up on, or even brush her teeth. She barreled out of the house, toward her car. She was at least five minutes behind Rollo but, if she was careful, she might be able to catch up to him.

As she got behind the wheel, gripping it with one hand and her keys in the ignition, Ava paused.

Why the hell am I following my husband?She thought.Am I really this paranoid? Do I really want to let myself go down this road?

Ava shook her head violently, getting rid of the thought, as she turned the key in the ignition. The car roared to life. Ava reversed out of their driveway and turned sharply onto the road. She shoved the car into drive and sped off down the empty, residential road.

There was only one way to get into the city, where Zoey was staying. Rollo had mentioned she was staying there in passing, and somehow Ava had logged it away in her memory for future use. They had to get onto the highway and drive straight down one road. If she was fast enough, she’d be able to catch him before that.

Adrenaline pumped through her muscles as she thought about getting caught. What would Rollo do to her if he found out she was chasing him down the highway? She weaved in and out through the traffic, desperately trying to spot her husband’s dark blue sports car. Her hands started to sweat as she held onto the steering wheel, struggling to turn it as it slipped between her palms.

Up ahead, she could see a familiar car driving in the fast lane. Ava managed to glance at the number plate. It was the right car. Rollo was speeding into the city, heading straight into Zoey’s arms. Ava kept her distance but always kept Rollo’s car in her sight.

It didn’t take long for them to get into the city. Rollo didn’t seem to slow down much, rushing through the streets as he made his way to where Zoey was staying. When they pulled up outside a fancy, glass-fronted block of apartments, the breath caught in Ava’s throat.

She’d expected Zoey to be staying in some shabby motel until she found a place to rent. Instead, she was living like a queen in one of the newest, most fabulous apartment buildings in the area. It was sleek and modern, glistening even beneath the cloudy sky.

Rollo parked right outside the building and jogged straight inside, clearly unable to contain his excitement. Ava took her time finding an inconspicuous place and parked.

She sat in the car, keeping her eyes on the entrance to the apartment building, waiting for Rollo to emerge. Surely he wouldn’t be there for very long. Surely, he was just there to say hello or help her with something. Zoey was new in town with no one else to rely on, after all. He could have been just doing her a favor, helping her out when she needed it most… or he could have been screwing her.