The Girl Next Door

Chapter 3: Fantasize Someone Else

The photo revealed what Florence did inside the bathroom stall. She never thought David would secretly record her. He ignored her anxious look and continued to slide down more photos saved on his phone.

Second, third, fourth... it was endless.

Seeing her lustful actions secretly shot, her face turned red in embarrassment. Different ‌emotions crashed into her. Anger, panic, and shame all came into her at once. Yet, David wasn’t done. He stretched out his middle finger and stroked the air hard and fast, reminding her of pleasuring herself.

It was her last straw. In shock, she almost fainted.

However, she didn’t dare to pass out. All the possibilities came crashing into her thoughts. How could she expose him? Instead, he was the one who caught Florence red-handed. If he were to tell Emma about this, she would die of shame.

While she was stunned, Henry returned from surfing. “Flo, what are you thinking about?”

Water droplets dripped down his glorious and sun-kissed body. When Florence saw him, she was not only relieved but she also wanted to beg him in grief. Yet, Henry’s presence made her calm her heart.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Henry asked in concern. He knelt down, seeing his pretty wife in tears.

“I-I’m just not feeling well. Would you accompany me back to our room?”

“What happened?” He panicked and looked at her. Florence couldn’t look into Henry’s eyes. She put a hand over her forehead and said, “I’m feeling ‌weak. Maybe I’m getting a heatstroke.”

Emma hurried over and asked, “Hon, are you fine? Do you want to go to the hospital?”

“No, don’t worry about it,” Florence replied. She saw David with an evil smirk directly looking at her. Agitating, she whimpered, “Babe, please. Let’s go.”

“Okay.” He frowned. He felt like Florence wasn’t behaving like her usual self. However, he couldn’t pinpoint the problem either and immediately dropped his surfing board. Declining David’s approach to help her, he supported Florence’s arm and uttered, “Then let’s go back.”

Florence nodded weakly. She wanted to escape from her reality as soon as possible. The hotel wasn’t far from the beach. It wasn’t necessary for them to change, but she didn’t want to appear as an exhibitionist. Her swimsuit was making her uncomfortable, so she pulled out a sheer shirt from her bag.

Henry supported her back to the hotel. Curious, Henry asked, “Babe, what’s going on?”

“This is all your fault!” Florence glared at him.

“What?! How could this be my fault?” She didn’t bother explaining and just asked him to walk faster. Five minutes later, they reached their room. She sighed with relief once she sat on the bed.

She pulled off her swimming trunk and checked her intimate parts, where she found a mysterious boil forming. She suspected the quality of her swimsuit. No wonder she was getting uncomfortable with every passing minute. This bastard of a husband didn’t check the quality before buying it.

“Look at what you did!” she fumed. She showed the pus forming in her new boil and angrily threw the swimsuit on Henry’s face.

“What’s the matter?” He was stunned. Taking the swimsuit off his head, he smirked, “And here I was worried about what happened. Babe, your smell is so addictive. Did you just c*m on your own? Babe, hehe… are you listening? Did you touch yourself secretly on the beach?”

Even when he was talking, he was working his way up her body. Florence snorted. She closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure of her husband.

“Babe, are you begging for it?” Henry asked with a cunning smirk on his face.

“Ahhhh… baby, yes I want you so bad,” Florence whimpered.

The boil that had formed on her intimate parts and the time when she snuck out to the toilet to please herself was already torturing her. She wasn’t able to reach the climax before David had caught her. She got scared and left it incomplete. Thus, she could only endure her state of misery.

Henry felt his wife’s impatience. So, he wanted to tease her more. “Babe, when you were horny back there, did you imagine yourself with another man?”

"No!" Florence blushed.

"I don’t believe you. You’re this wet, and you are telling me you never thought about it?”

His dirty talk made Florence moan loudly. Her cheeks reddened and her vision became blurry.

“Tell me, did you think of another man? Did you stroke yourself thinking of someone other than me?” he aggressively asked.

Florence was about to refuse, but he suddenly stopped fondling her as he was about to move his hands away from her legs. Subconsciously, she tightened her legs.

She almost cried in agony, “Yes.. yes, I have fantasized about…”

After two years of marriage, a normal, happy life bored him. Ever since he and David exchanged their rooms, he couldn’t wipe Emma out of his mind. He couldn’t stop his desire to be all over David’s wife.

In reality, the chances were actually close to none. Still, one could imagine. He could please his wife to satisfy the absurd hunger in him for another woman.

“Look at you, being so horny.” Henry whispered, “Babe, let’s go near the window…”

“No…” Florence moaned. Even though she was feeling all hot and bothered, her body was exhausted.

“Come on…” He mumbled, hugging her tightly and nibbling her earlobe. It stimulated her even more. Her earlobe was the most sensitive part of her body. It was just yesterday that David attacked her on her most sensitive part. Now Henry was doing the same.

Florence couldn’t wait any longer and gasped, “Ohhhh… babe. Ummm… let’s go.”