wife and my secrets

A New World Unfolds

The scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, sending shivers down my spine. Her words hit me like a thunderbolt, almost overwhelming my mind. It was as if an enchanting temptress had whispered sinister visions directly into my ear, stirring up a maelstrom of desires in my brain.

Struggling to grasp onto what little consciousness remained, I tried to gather my thoughts and confirm if I had heard correctly. I glanced at her repeatedly, half-expecting her to reveal it was all a joke, a playful tease to mock me.

Without explaining her peculiar statement, she produced a business card from her handbag and slid it toward me, saying, "If you're interested, you can call this number." She packed up her belongings, kissed me on the cheek, and vanished into thin air. I was left bewildered, with no opportunity to react or ask any questions.

Watching her disappear into the dimly lit room, I couldn't shake the impression that she seemed inexplicably content, like a young girl who had just received a cherished gift. Her elusive figure dissolved into the shadows, leaving me in a state of perplexity.

Still reeling from the effects of alcohol, I gazed out into the empty hallway, questioning whether it had all been a dream. However, as I turned back and noticed the business card left on the table, along with a faint lipstick mark on the wine glass, I realized it was all too real.

The lingering scent of sandalwood reminded me of her presence. I felt a warmth on my cheeks as I stared at the spot where she had vanished, lost in a whirlwind of confusion.

In a state of dizziness and confusion, I struggled to determine if she had spoken the truth. After much contemplation, I eventually decided to keep the card, tucking it into my pocket as I departed from the bar. Perhaps she intended to play a trick on me, test me, or maybe she wanted to meet again. However, the idea of joining a club or engaging in any promiscuous behavior never crossed my mind.

Later, as I examined the card, I discovered that the woman I encountered at the bar was named Chloe.

Returning home inebriated, I found my wife fast asleep. As I entered the bedroom and caught sight of her lying on the bed, my thoughts drifted back to Chloe.

Alcohol had clouded my mind, diminishing my self-control. While I managed to maintain composure at the bar, upon reaching home, my suppressed desires came rushing to the surface. Guilt mingled with excitement as forbidden thoughts consumed me.

Though my wife didn't possess Chloe's demeanor, she was undeniably beautiful. With her oval-shaped face, delicate eyebrows, pert nose, and luscious red lips, she exuded an undeniable allure. Her voluptuous curves were accentuated by the silk pajamas she wore, while the quilt had slipped down, exposing her slender arms and legs. The edge of her nightgown hinted at the soft skin of her thighs, and through its sheer fabric, a glimpse of her black hair below was faintly discernible.

Her long, flawless legs, reminiscent of baby oil, captivated my gaze, igniting an intense desire within me.

Whether it was the influence of alcohol or the fact that I had abstained from intimacy for almost a month, my lower body reacted fervently. Suppressing a burp, I loosened my uncomfortable pants. My hand, almost instinctively, found its way to her thigh, gliding from the outside to the inside, slipping beneath the nightgown until it reached her waist.

With my other hand, I boldly ventured beneath the fabric, caressing her tender skin and gently kneading her supple flesh. The silk texture offered an intimate connection, my fingers sliding and teasing her sensitive areas. As my breath quickened and the pressure from my hands increased, I leaned in to kiss her collarbone, neck, earlobe, and finally, her crimson lips.

She stirred slightly, emitting dreamy murmurs in response to the stimulation.

Simultaneously arousing her and myself, I soon grew increasingly uncomfortable, my desire demanding immediate satisfaction. I explored further, finding her already wet and ready.

As I continued to explore her body, I unbuttoned my pants, removed the covers, and positioned myself on top of her, parting her legs. Just as I was about to enter her, she abruptly awoke.

Her drowsy eyes opened, and upon recognizing me, she let out a piercing scream, pushing me away while hastily pulling down her nightgown to shield herself.

The alcohol fueled my desperation, rendering me unable to stop. I lunged at her once again, overpowering her beneath me, restraining her hands above her head as I pressed her body against the bed. I pried her legs apart, intent on satisfying my cravings.

She screamed, writhing in an attempt to free herself from my grip. Yet, I denied her any respite, exerting my full strength to indulge in a frenzied release of desire, frustration, and helplessness. It seemed that only through this method could my empty existence find the slightest semblance of satisfaction.

We battled like this for what felt like an eternity, until she gradually exhausted her strength, her struggles growing feeble.

Lost in my insatiable desire, I failed to notice her transformation. However, her sobs suddenly resonated through the room, jolting my ears and trembling my soul. It was as if those sobs had struck a resounding bell, awakening the rationality that desire had buried deep within.

Like a deflated balloon, I halted my movements. Looking down, I noticed tears streaming down her cheeks, anger and helplessness reflected in her eyes. A wave of guilt washed over me, melting my resolve, as an overwhelming sense of remorse engulfed me. I released her hand reluctantly, withdrawing myself from her.

As she gained her freedom, she pushed me away, recoiling from me as if I were a plague. Observing her reaction, the nameless anger within me flared up once again. I rolled off the bed, striking the lamp off the bedside table with my hand, and yelled, "I'm your husband! How did I become a damn rapist?"

The lamp, akin to a ship caught in a storm, sailed several meters away, shattering upon impact. The room plunged into darkness, mirroring the state of my heart and the fracture in our relationship.