Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure

BAD HUSBAND

Jax pushed through the front door of his home at 4:03 AM. His house was dimly lit, a soft glow from the living room’s motion lights cast an aura of vintage wealth across the marble floors.

His tie was loose, his shirt half-untucked, the smell of s*x and expensive cologne clung to him. He kicked off his shoes, rubbed his temples and dropped his keys on the console table with a tired clink.

As he tiptoed to the bar, Jax knew he was worn out and needed a rest, but he wanted to buy time for a quick shot that would knock him out by the time he quietly slipped into bed, so he wouldn’t wake Emilia.

“Jax?”

He froze and winced. He wasn’t expecting her to be awake this early.

“What are you doing honey?” Emilia’s voice floated from the dark hallway, warm and sultry.

“I’m just grabbing a drink, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said, trying to dismiss her.

But when she spoke up again, saying “You didn’t” she sounded really close.

He looked up when she stepped into the light, in nothing but a sheer white lace night robe that left little to the imagination, a tiny thong that barely covered anything and a see-through lacy bra that showed her pink n*****s clearly.

Her blonde long hair was loose over her shoulders, her glossy lips were curved into a seductive smile, and her eyes were shining with something else… hunger.

Jax blinked, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he took her in. “Jesus, Em… you look incredible” his tired face managed to crack a weak smile for her.

She walked toward him slowly, swaying her hips as she took off her lacy robe. “You’re late, baby. Very late.”

“I’m sorry honey.” Jax crossed the room in three strides, met her halfway, pulled her into him and slid his arms around her waist.

His lips crashed with hers in a hungry kiss, and his hands roamed down her back to cup and squeeze her ass through the tiny thong.

“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth. “I missed you.”

“Missed you more, baby,” he muttered, kissing her neck.

Then suddenly Jax broke the kiss and pulled away from his wife, rubbing his eyes with a tired sigh. “Baby, I’m so tired. The fittings ran forever, and the designers are killing me with terrible ideas. Right now I'm just running on fumes. I think I’m gonna take a rain check.”

Emilia’s eyes widened, a flicker of hurt crossing her face. “Really? If you think I look incredible, and you miss me that much why won’t you f**k me?”

“Baby, you have to believe me”

“I do, but I know the husband I married wouldn’t have wasted a second before he flipped me over and f**k me, tired or not. Do you even remember when last you made love to me properly”

Jax closed his eyes and rubbed his temples again “I can’t believe you’re trying to fight because of s*x. Don’t be inconsiderate baby, work wore me out.”

Emilia crossed her arms under her breast to push them up more, and masked her annoyance with a tight smile. “Jax, did you even know what day yesterday was?”

Jax blinked. His brain was still foggy from his affairs with Delilah. “Monday?”

Her smile faded completely. “It was our anniversary, Jax. Our fifth wedding anniversary. I waited all night for you to come back and you just… forgot.”

The guilt hit him like he’d been doused with cold water.

“Oh f**k… Em. I’m so sorry I swear, I didn’t mean…shit. It’s this damn show baby, the prep, the models… This whole circus I’ve been buried under has me losing track of days. I feel like the worst husband alive right now.”

Emilia looked away, biting her lip. “I put this on for you, I lit the candles, made your favorite dessert, y’know, the whole thing.”

Jax cupped her face gently, letting his thumbs brush her cheeks.

“Baby, look at me.” He lifted her chin. “I love you. I know I’m an i***t, but this i***t loves you. Let me fix this and make it up to you. Right now .”

Emilia searched his face for a long second, looking for the sincerity in his words. Then she smiled softly. “You better make it worth it, Mr Romano.”

Jax grinned, relieved. “Oh, I will.” And then he kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring his apology into it.

He backed her against the wall, with his body pressing into hers, feeling her n*****s harden against his chest through the thin lacy bra.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, darling,” Jax murmured against his wife’s neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

Emilia moaned softly, while her fingers fumbled with his belt. “Show me how sorry you are, honey.”

She tugged his pants down, and wrapped her hand around his semi-hard c**k, stroking it to life. Jax groaned, thrusting into her grip as she dropped to her knees.

“Em, baby, you don’t have to…”

“I want to.” Her eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his thickening shaft.

Jax’s head fell back against the wall, and his fingers tangled in her hair.

Emilia sucked him slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salt of his pre-c*m.

Then she pulled back to lick the underside of his c**k, from base to tip. “Mmm, you taste like you’ve been doing something bad,”