His Wife's Sinful Revenge

Chapter 5: The confrontation

~Vivian~

“Good morning, beautiful.”

A warm, wet sensation dragged me out of sleep, the pleasure blooming between my thighs making my toes curl. My hazy mind struggled to process what was happening as lips and tongue worked against my most sensitive spot.

"S-Stop…" I mumbled weakly, my hand moving to push him away, but a firm grip on my thighs held me still.

"You don’t want me to stop," a deep voice murmured against me, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure up my spine.

My body betrayed me. I arched into the touch, surrendering to the wave of sensation that I hadn’t felt in years. My body writhed as pleasure consumed me, my fingers tangling in the sheets as my release hit me hard.

A chuckle followed as soon as I caught my breath. I blinked, the morning light filtering through the curtains revealing Ian grinning down at me from in between my legs. Behind him, Damien leaned against the headboard, watching me with a smile, while Nico sat on the edge of the bed, his expression closed up as always.

My heart pounded as the memories rushed back to me.

"s**t, s**t, s**t" I whispered, scrambling away from Ian and covering my face with my hands.

"Regretting it already?" Damien’s voice sounded amused.

I swallowed, sat up and pulled the sheets around me. "It was a bad idea. None of this should have happened. I’m…I'm a married woman."

"Too late for that, sweetheart," Ian murmured, trailing a finger along my arm.

I jerked away. "Last night was a mistake."

Nico, silent as ever, finally spoke. "Then why did you enjoy it so much?"

"It doesn’t matter. It won’t happen again," I retorted, my cheeks burning.

I climbed out of bed, gathering my clothes. "This conversation is over. I have to go."

My eyes desperately searched for my clothes that had been discarded last night. I saw my dress lying on the floor by the drawer, but my underwear seemed to be missing.

Still cradling the cover around me, I waddled to the bathroom and quickly dressed up, combing my fingers through my tousled hair to make it look presentable.

By the time I stepped out, none of them stopped me as I rushed out the door, but I could still feel their eyes on me as I left.

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I stepped out of the cab, adjusting my sunglasses as I approached our house. The last thing I needed was my husband questioning my whereabouts. I was yet to come to terms with the fact that I’ve slept with not one, or two, but three men. And that I enjoyed every bit of it.

I was close to the entrance when a woman stepped out. It was the blonde that was with Nathan yesterday. I took in her appearance, and the clothes that she wore. It wasn’t the one that she’d worn yesterday. It was one of the clothes that Nathan had gotten for me on my 23rd birthday.

Fresh anger filled my heart, but I decided that it wasn’t worth becoming confrontational over. The blonde barely spared me a glance as she strutted past, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Taking a deep breath, I walked inside, only to find Nathan sitting in the living room, looking pissed.

"Where the hell have you been?" His voice was sharp.

I tossed my purse onto the couch. "Out."

His eyes narrowed. "Out? All night? Without a single call or text?"

I shrugged. "I didn’t think I needed permission."

He exhaled in disbelief. "You’re still my wife, Vivian. Don’t ever forget your place. You still answer to me."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Funny, I don’t remember you ‘answering’ to me when you were f*****g the maid, or when you told your blonde mistress how I’m never able to get it up for you."

His nostrils flared, but then his gaze flickered to my neck and his entire body went rigid.

I frowned, not understanding why he started prowling towards me. "What?"

His face darkened as his gaze flicked from my neck back to my face. "What the f**k is that on your neck?"

My hand instinctively rose to touch it, then I froze.

A hickey.

One of them had left a damn visible flaming red hickey on my neck!

I gulped, the fear of him finding out what I’d done slowly creeping up on me, but I refused to let him see my panic. Slowly, I met his eyes, tilting my head slightly as if daring him to say more.

"You know, Nathan," I mused, my voice dripping with mock innocence. "I remember you clearly saying that our marriage was open now. Why does it matter to you if I come back home with a hickey or not?"

His fingers curled into fists, making his knuckles almost turn white with the effort. "Answer the damn question, Vivian."

I tapped a finger against my lips, pretending to think. Then, with a slow, deliberate smile, I said, "Men."

His face twisted with obvious fury. "You slept with men?"

I folded my arms. "I’m just following your rules, darling."

It was so satisfying seeing the expression on my husband’s face. I guess he had just realized that he couldn’t take what he had dished out. The taste of his own medicine must be so bitter. I almost laughed out loud, but I held it in.

“Have you always been this way? A w***e who can’t wait to cheat on her husband?”

“If I remember correctly, you cheated on your wife first. In fact, you’ve been cheating on your wife this whole time without remorse. Why are you so pained that I did what you asked me to do?”

His breathing grew heavy. "How many?" he asked, his ears turning bright red.

I smiled nonchalantly. "That’s getting too much information from a woman who doesn’t appeal to you sexually. Don’t you think so?"

His jaw tightened, but I wasn’t done. I took a step closer, my voice dropping to a whisper, just enough to cut him where it hurt.

"Thank you, by the way," I said. "For bringing up the idea of an open marriage. Those men made me realize something important."

“And what the hell is that?"

I smiled sweetly and leaned into his ear. "That I’ve been faking my orgasms for the past five years. Turns out you don’t get it up for me either."