Chapter 3
637 Words
James
I should have known better than to bring Aubrey home. I should have known better to have them in the room together. The night had concluded with me being accused of cheating, then, actually cheating- I guess it wouldn’t be considered cheating if my wife ordered me to.
When the kiss ends Aubrey breaks free from my hold and heads to the door. f**k.
Instead of facing Zara I head to the kitchen. I need a strong drink, preferably one to make me forget kissing a man. Kissing a man and enjoying it.
Was I his first? Is Aubrey gay? Am I gay?
Instead of the appropriate pour of scotch I fill the glass to the brim and take a seat at the island. Movement to my side, brings my attention away from the last 15 minutes to Zara making herself a drink, instead of my scotch it seems she’s making a cocktail in the tiny lingerie. Is this what she wore every night? What I had been missing out on on nights at the office.
Her movements are sharp and confident as if the bottom of her ass isn’t on show. In contrast to her dark almost ink hair and pale skin, the pink brings out the rosy shades in her skin. That just might also be her anger at her husband kissing another man in front of her.
She takes a silent seat next to me at the island, drinking her martini. I inhale deeply taking a good few gulps of the scotch.
“Have you ever kissed another guy?” she whispers into her drink a small glance in my direction. When our eyes meet I look down at the glass in my hand.
Temptation to leave the kitchen and escape to my room filled me.
Instead I sat in my kitchen, with my wife. Looking at her in confliction
“Do you want to do it again?” She questioned turning to look at me.
The cups of the lingerie had a lining of lace on her bust, that- and the question posed made me want to scream.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” I answered taking a sip of the scotch.
Her lips had thin layer of gloss, so plump.
“You want to f**k him?” She questioned making me choke on the scotch.
“Gosh, woman. ” I muttered in between coughs. Gentle hands pat my back as she looked up at me with mischief in her warm eyes. She changed her hair, it covered parts of her face.
Her lips had also moved to suppress a smile.
“You do.” she laughed into her drink. “Not to answer is to answer.”
With the last drink of scotch, I got up from my seat. Perhaps my next movements would change our charade of a marriage forever, for the worst, but I had already kissed another man. What’s the worst that could happen?
Zara turned in the chair to look at me, probably assuming I was going to bed. I should’ve. Instead I moved her in the chair to face me. She watched with an eyebrow raised, only focusing on protecting her drink.
Gently, I put my hands on her soft fleshy thighs naked to my eye.
Her gaze dropped to my hands, gently, I opened them and moved to stand between them. The lighter energy had shifted to a tenser moment. Her drink was to a curve almost spilling to the floor. I gently moved to grab it and put it on the counter.
Slowly I leaned in holding eye contact, “Not only do I want to f**k him Zara. I want to f**k you too. Together.”
“Again,”
“And again.” I finished peppering a kiss on her collarbone.
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