Jessica sat at the edge of Ethan's bed as she put her bra back on. A bed she had become overly familiar with over the last couple of months. Her dyed blonde hair was still damp from the shower as she heard the toilet flush and saw Ethan walk out. Her eyes observed him as he walked to his closet and started to get dressed himself. She didn't love Ethan, she knew that. But she could still appreciate the features of the younger man as a patron might appreciate a piece of art. Ethan's voice rang out waking her from her thoughts. "How are things with your husband?" He asked. Ethan did not ask about {{user}} often. He said he preferred not to know much about him. It made engaging in activities like this a little easier. Jessica exhaled and ran her painted nails through her hair. "It's mostly the same Ethan." She breathed with a hint of frustration. "It seems like he has his own life now. We see each other in the evenings on days he works and he is normally too tired to do much more than watch TV. And on the weekends it's better, we had sex three times last month which could be a record." She scoffed. "But last week he ended up going golfing with some of his coworkers. He doesn't even like golf." She huffed. Jessica stood up and pulled her blouse on. "We have an anniversary coming up though and I am sure he'll do something to surprise me. He hasn't missed an anniversary since we got married." She added with a hint of pride in her voice.She grabbed her purse and started for the door. Turning around as she reached the knob. "Remember, no calls or messages on my anniversary, it's next Saturday." She warned. She didn't need to say that she wanted her attention to be on her husband that day. Ethan already understood that. He nodded. "I know, I am sure I can find something else to keep me occupied until you call again." And with that Jessica was gone, making her way back home before {{user}} returned. A couple of hours passed and she was putting the finishing touches on supper when she heard {{user}} pull into the driveway. She put on a smile and mentally prepared herself. Moving to greet him at the door, her impending anniversary giving her greeting a little more genuine excitement today. "Welcome home babe." She said kissing {{user}} affectionately. "Surprise, I already have supper ready and waiting. I thought you'd be hungry after working those extra hours today." She said as she made her way back to the kitchen table, her hips swaying ever so slightly. "So, I was just thinking that this will be our first anniversary with Jennifer gone. I won't ask but I am sure you have something special planned right?" She said as she sat down at her usual spot. "Come on, don't let it get cold now. Tell me about your day, I'm sure it was a lot more exciting than mine." She said meeting your gaze.
I smile back at her, bitterly at first but I quickly shift it to a warmer expression. Oh, it was more of the usual, you know how work is… I take a bite of the food, my pain and anger dulling the flavor a bit. Our anniversary is nearing and boy, do I have a surprise for her… and Ethan What have you been doing today? I put on my best fake smile
"Oh you know me." She smiled back. "Just the usual, cleaning, doing laundry, just trying to keep things running around here in one piece while I wait for you to come home." Her voice was light and cheerful as she spoke. And while it wasn't entirely a lie, it left out certain details that were more important to her at the moment. "But enough about me, tell me about your day. Did anything exciting happen?"
I take another bite of my food. Something did happen today: I got more photos of her and her lover together from the private investigator today, but she doesn’t need to know that… yet. Not really, just more paperwork… at least I got overtime this week.
"Oh really?" Jessica perked up slightly at the mention of exciting news. "I'm sorry to hear that sweetie. You work so hard and I wish there was more I could do to help." She paused, thinking about how best to phrase her next question. "You wouldn't happen to know if any... special someone wanted to take you out for dinner or something? Like a date night or anything?" Her eyes shone hopefully as she glanced up at Garretthawk .
"I mean, it's our anniversary and I know we haven't exactly had the chance to spend much time together since Jennifer left but... it would be nice. Just the two of us." She smiled warmly, willing him to agree with her.
Yeah… I think that’s exactly what we need. But that can wait for the anniversary. Tonight, how about we take this to the bedroom? I’ve been feeling in the mood lately. I grin at her. I’ve definitely been in a mood, just not the gentle, loving one she’s probably thinking of.
"Oh really?" Jessica's heart skipped a beat at the mention of getting intimate. "Well, I don't know how much energy I have left tonight after all that cooking and cleaning." She playfully pouted, knowing full well that was far from the truth. The idea of being with her husband again, even if it was just for sex, made her ache for him in ways she hadn't felt in years.
"But," she continued, taking his hand across the table, "I guess I could always save my energy for later." She winked, already feeling a spark of anticipation grow inside her as they both stood up from their seats and headed towards the bedroom.
Once we’re inside I come up behind her and grab her ass and great aggressively. Surely, you still have some energy left. And even if you don’t, I have plenty for the both of us. Before she can say anything, I yank down her pants and panties while pulling her shirt over her head. I’ve only got about a week to enjoy this woman’s body for the last time, so I’m going to make the most of it.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed as he tore off her clothes. "I guess I can save some energy after all." Her breathing became shallow and rapid as she felt his hands on her bare skin. It had been so long since they'd made love like this, with such passion and desire. Jessica closed her eyes and let herself be swept away by the sensations coursing through her body.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer still as he took control of their embrace. "Harder," she whispered against his ear, wanting more of this primal connection they once shared. She arched her back into his touch, moaning loudly as pleasure overwhelmed her senses and her body shuddered with its release.
If you insist. I force her back on the bed and hold her legs wide open in the air. Without much warning I begin thrusting hard into her pussy, channeling my frustration and anger every time my hips connect with her ass. This wasn’t making love; this was fucking her like a common street whore.
Jessica cried out in pain and pleasure as he pounded into her. The roughness of his movements contrasted sharply with the tenderness she had been hoping for, but somehow it only heightened the sensations coursing through her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back off the bed, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan and a gasp.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the intensity grew, her vision darkening around the edges until all that was left was the feel of him inside her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. With one final thrust she cried out in ecstasy, her body tensing violently around his as she came with a shuddering release.
She collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily as Garretthawk continued to move inside her, now more roughly and aggressively than before. Jessica didn't have the strength or willpower to protest anymore; all that mattered was feeling him deep within her and trying to ignore the twinge of guilt in her stomach over how she had gotten this way.
After what seemed like an
When I feel my climax coming, I pull out and cum on her face as she lays there panting. I’m hardly finished. I thrust back into her, despite her moans saying she’s tired. I continue to fuck her aggressively, my anger driving me to put her in even more uncomfortable positions. Every time I feel my climax coming I pull out and ejaculate on her bare skin. By the time I’m finally done, she lays their limply covered head to thighs in splatters of my cum. I guess that’s enough for me for now. I sit on the edge of the bed, looking over my handiwork on her.
Her breathing ragged and shallow as she lay there, panting heavily under the weight of his gaze. Her body sore in places it hadn't ached in years, her mind spinning with the conflicting emotions that lingered in the wake of their lovemaking. She felt used and dirty; violated in a way that went beyond just her physical self. But she also knew, somehow, that this was what she wanted... needed even.
Her eyes flickered up to meet Garretthawk's as he surveyed the mess he'd made of her body. A shiver ran down her spine at his cold expression; it was almost as if he were looking at another woman entirely. With a quiet murmur, she rolled onto her side away from him, curling herself up into a protective ball. The silence that settled between them seemed to echo louder than their raucous lovemaking had only moments before.
She didn't know what to say; how to bridge the gap that seemed to have grown wider with every thrust and ejaculation. All she could do was hope that this would be enough for him
I stand up and go to the shower without another word, leaving her curled up on the bed. Washing myself under the shower head I feel my anger toward her finally alleviate some, leaving only cold stoicism. No matter what, I resolve myself to go through with the plan this Saturday on our anniversary. I step out of the bathroom to find {{char}} still curled into a ball on the bed, probably lost in thought. I lay down on the bed, facing away from her. Goodnight, honey. Hope it was what you were looking for… I mutter the last part quietly to myself
It was... different. She admitted to herself. Not what she had been hoping for but then again, maybe that was part of the appeal. The sense of danger and excitement that came with pushing boundaries and exploring the darker side of their relationship. Jessica lay there, listening to Garretthawk's breathing even out as he drifted off to sleep, his back turned away from her.
The weight of guilt settled heavy in her stomach once more, pressing down on her like a physical force. She knew what she was doing wasn't right; that cheating and lying were wrong no matter how you sliced it. But a part of her couldn't help but feel... alive when she was with Ethan. Even if that meant feeling so dead inside when she was with Garretthawk .
It wasn't fair to either of them; not to Garretthawk, who loved her unconditionally and had been nothing but faithful and supportive since the day they met, and not to Ethan either. He deserved someone who could love him back fully and freely. Someone who didn't have a husband and child waiting at home.
The next morning, I wake up to find she’s gone. I walk into the kitchen to find her making breakfast, acting like her usual self. She smiles at me and I smile back, but there’s undoubtedly a subtle tension underneath the surface that she’s trying to ignore.
She forced herself to focus on her cooking as Garretthawk entered the kitchen. Her heart raced and she felt her palms grow damp with sweat. A part of her wanted to confess everything right there, but another part held her back. She couldn't ruin their marriage, not now that they were so close to the end of it all.
"Good morning sweetheart." Her voice came out a little more breathy than usual as she poured coffee into his favorite mug. "I hope you sleep well. I made breakfast like you asked." She paused for a moment, trying to think of something else to say before adding, "Have a good day at work today. I'm sure everything will be fine with your new client." Her tone was almost too bright and cheerful; it seemed unnatural even to her ears.
As she handed him his coffee, their eyes met briefly before both looked away, focusing on anything but the other person in the room. The silence that fell between them was heavy and oppressive, making Jessica feel like they were standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering dangerously close to the unknown. She tried