Bright Future 2

Chapter 18

Towards evening, in the Opal Manor, Buchi was holed up in his study, staring absent mindedly at his PC. He was distracted with the thoughts of the things that had transpired between him and Dera over the past couple of days. His thoughts wandered off into the more intimate scenes between them, as he wondered, what had prompted those gestures. Was it love or lust? He questioned himself. Deep down, he preferred it was the latter, rather than the former, because his family would be at risk if it were love. Buchi was still contemplating over the issue before his phone vibrated, bringing him back from his reverie. He glanced at it and a hiss escaped his lips as he realized it was his wife texting him.

"Just came back. I'm waiting for you in the livingroom." He read the message aloud and gradually guilt began to wash over him. He was not prepared to meet his wife yet. How was he going to act around her knowing he had finally cheated on her — not even onetime, but twice?! He sighed, shaking his head indignantly, and he left his study for the livingroom.

The guilt doubled as he approached his wife. The innocent look on her face, unaware of what he had done taunted him.

"Hey! Are you alright?" Jennifer asked, genuinely out of concern as she rose to her feet to meet him. It was less difficult for her to notice his sullen demeanor as it was evidently plastered on his face.

"I'm fine." Buchi lied.

"No you're not." Jennifer observed, as she kissed him shortly, then hugged him impulsively. "Talk to me. What's the matter?" She pressed on.

"It's nothing." Buchi lied again.

"Stop lying to me. You're not good at it." Jennifer said eyeing him warily, as she broke the embrace. "Come. Let's go freshen up. We'll talk about the issue over a bath." Jennifer suggested, as she grabbed Buchi's hand, half dragging him with her to their room.

Even in the bathroom, Buchi was uncomfortable being around his wife. Each of her actions taunted him for his infidelity.

"Turn around, let me scrub your back." Jennifer instructed, jolting him back to reality, and he obeyed. "You're tense." Jennifer observed as she scrubbed his back with the sponge, moving her hands rhythmically about his back, from his head down to his buttocks and up again. "Talk to me. What's bothering you — you can turn around now." She added once she was done washing his back. Buchi obeyed, turning around without a word. "Alright! I'm running out of patience! What's wrong with you, and why do you look at me like you've seen a monster?" Jennifer pressured — she had ran out of patience. "Don't even dare lie to me! Talk! What have you done?"

"I've done something terrible!" Buchi replied almost immediately.

"W-what did you do?" Jennifer stuttered, surprised by his outburst. Buchi was mute again as he stared at her with sad eyes, contemplating whether to come clean or not.

"I had an affair." He muttered finally, confessing his crime. Jennifer was silent now, as she stared at him in dismay — she was hurt.

"It was with her, right?" She enquired, while praying earnestly to be wrong.

"Yes." Buchi confessed.

Jennifer closed her eyes momentarily as she digested the information. She was beyond shattered that her husband had cheated on her — and with Dera.

"Technically, it wasn't really an affair, because we didn't have s*x. We only kissed — twice. But that's not the point. The point is that, I feel guilty about it and I'm sorry." Buchi rambled, but Jennifer did not speak a word. She only stared at him."Darling, why are you not saying anything?" Buchi asked nervously, disturbed by her silence.

"What do you expect me to say?" Jennifer asked with impeccable tranquility.

"I'm not sure. Aren't you going to yell at me, or throw things at me, or cry even? Maybe vent your anger on me?" Buchi replied nervously.

"Of course not. It'll all be irrelevant, since I'm going to make you pay." Jennifer replied calmly, leaving Buchi shocked. "Here" she offered, handing him a towel, after working on the faucet to turn off the water. No words were exchanged between them again as they exited the bathroom. Buchi was beyond scared now, as he wondered what sort of punishment his wife would inflict on him. What frightened him the most was how calm she was, even after hearing his confessions. He did not like the fact that she was masking her emotions.

"Here. Help me massage my back." Jennifer instructed, handing him a Sweet Almond lube. Buchi girded his towel firmly about his waist first, then proceeded to collect the lube. Jennifer pulled the duvet and bedspread off the bed, leaving it bare before she climbed onto it and lay with her face down. Buchi applied the lube generously on his hands, then her back, before he began to massage her, slowly.

Even while massaging her, Buchi could not stop his thoughts from wandering off, as he kept contemplating about his potential punishment. He was desperate to have her forgive him; and It was then that a silly Idea came to him. Slowly, but warily, Buchi began to rub his hand gently on her shoulder and shoulder blades, trailing his hand lightly about her back, then down towards her behind, rubbing and massaging each butt cheek.

"What are you doing? You're dwelling too much on my butt." Jennifer asked with a bit of irritation in her voice.

"I'm trying to get you horny. I'm hoping you'd disclose my punishment after we've had sex." Buchi replied nervously.

"Woah! You do have the audacity." Jennifer scoffed, paused for a while, then continued. "I'll consider it."

"Cool. Okay turn around now." Buchi instructed, delighted that his plan was working.

"I said I'll consider it."

"Just turn around. Please." Buchi pleaded, and slowly Jennifer began to turn until her back was rested on the bed. Again, Buchi began to apply the oil on her bare skin, rubbing and spreading it evenly with his hands. He rubbed his hands lightly on her skin, trailing it from her neck and shoulders down to her chest; then he began to circle his finger about her cleavage, keeping it an inch or two away from her breasts proper. After fooling around for a while, he proceeded to cupping her breasts in his hands, kneading them gently. He massaged the breasts for a while, then proceeded to her n*****s, rubbing and pinching them softly till they became rock solid and stood erect. As Buchi worked his magic, Jennifer could not stop herself from moaning. Once, she had tried stifling them because she was mad at him, but she failed woefully, so she surrendered herself to him, to work his wonders. His punishment had to wait later, even if she was still mad at him — after all, it had been a long time since she last had s*x. Jennifer continued to moan uncontrollably as Buchi trailed his fingers skillfully about her body, moving from her breasts down to her navel and then her inner thighs but deliberately avoiding contact with her s*x. Buchi continued to torture her, rubbing his hands about her inner thighs, then he stopped abruptly, and pulled away from her.

"Wait! Why did you stop?" Jennifer asked, flustered. Propping her elbow against the bed, she lifted her upper body, so she could have a better view of him.

"I want to get something." He replied moving lithely, towards the fridge in their room.

"Please be quick!" Jennifer begged. She was anxious to have him inside of her.

"I will." Buchi promised, still searching for something inside the fridge, and then he was walking towards the bed again, holding a Strawberry icecream and a spoon.

"What do you want to do with that?" Jennifer asked out of curiosity.

"Just lie down. Trust me." He cajoled her, then knelt at the foot of the bed. Opening the lid of the icecream, Buchi grabbed her leg, and dipped her toe inside the icecream and began to suck off it.

"Hmmm... It even tastes better from your feet" he mumbled.

"Thank you." Jennifer muttered, flattered by his compliment. "Ah... y-you're doing a great job, but I'll still punish you." Jennifer spoke through moans.

"I don't mind. Just shut up and enjoy this moment." Buchi admonished her.

"Okay."

Buchi rose from where he knelt and climbed onto the bed, hovering about Jennifer. He scooped an icecream and dropped it directly on top her n*****s, causing her to moan and wiggle. Instinctively, Buchi began to lick the icecream off her, sucking her on sensitive erect n*****s. Jennifer could not stop herself from moaning. The feeling of Buchi's mouth sucking on her n*****s were divine. Buchi continued with his tactics, sucking on both n*****s alternately. After he felt he had done justice to them, he moved his body down to her lower body. He scooped the icecream again, and dropped it deliberately on her s*x, causing Jennifer to squirm in ecstasy. He began by kissing and licking on her inner thighs, avoiding her v****a deliberately. Jennifer was beginning to whimper now, as the icecream began to melt, drooling into her s*x. The feeling was unbearably exquisite. Once he felt he had tortured her enough, Buchi began to lick the icecream off her s*x, licking against her c******s in the process. Buchi twirled his tongue and inserted it skillfully into her v****a, digging in unbearable slow motion inside her. He used this tactics, then continued to lick her c******s, pushing Jennifer gradually to her c****x.

"Please f**k me now." Jennifer pleaded, as she felt her o****m building quickly. Buchi obeyed and he withdrew from her s*x, and moved on to kiss her, letting her have a taste of her arousal. He hovered above her for a while, then slowly he inserted his length inside her, burying his entire shaft inside her; and very slowly, he began to ride her, stilling occasionally once he noticed she was about to come and continued again once her o****m had died down. He continued in this manner till Jennifer began to cry out of frustration, begging him to let her come. He continued again, moving slowly inside her, then he began to pick momentum till she clenched about him and exploded into a mindblowing o****m — the best one she had had all her life. The friction between their genitals forced him to find his release too inside her, and he slumped on top of her, leaving his length still buried inside her, and soon he was fast asleep.

Jennifer woke from sleep about midnight, and a small smile formed on her face as she admired her husband sleeping ontop of her like a baby. Slowly she pushed him away from her and proceeded to the bathroom to clean herself up. After she was done, she tiptoed towards their desk, being careful not to wake Buchi up, and she took his phone.

About midnight, Edith and Dera were still up watching a movie over a bowl of snacks before her phone began to ring. She glanced at phone and her face contorted into a frown, as she noticed it was an unknown number calling her — and at an odd hour. She picked the call, only to receive the greatest shock of her life.

"Steer clear from my husband, Dera. You're lucky I've got a lot on my plate now, but I promise to deal with you later." Jennifer's voice threatened her from the other end, then she hung up, leaving Dera bewildered.