A Wife Scorned: Complete Series

by Laci Mitchell

  Michael shoved his chair back, and it made a harsh grating sound on my hardwood floor. My eyes flew up to his face, and for the first time since he’d come back into my life I saw him looking truly angry.

  “I don’t want anymore of your husband’s money. It’s hard enough for me to take money for fixing the shed. I’m not going to take any more while you find make work projects for me.”

  “Why are you so angry? Don’t you want to be here during the day? Is it because I won’t sleep with you? If I agree to tryst in the afternoon will you stay?” I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. He had to stay during the day, I was so afraid that once he found something else to occupy his time during the day that what we had would be over. I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that didn’t happen.

  “It’s not about sex during the day. That’s not why I’m doing this. I can’t be your kept man, living off your husband’s money while I fuck you.” His shouting voice echoed against the walls of my dining room, and I flinched at his reducing what we were doing to such a vulgar expression. My lower lips trembled, because if that was all he saw it as, as mere fucking, then I was deluding myself. I was building it up in my head to be so much more than it was.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you felt that way. It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like I was keeping you.” I couldn’t meet his eyes as I looked down at the floor. Even thought he didn’t know the depths of my obsession with him, I knew it and was humiliated that I’d built up what he felt for me.

  I heard him sigh, and his steps scuffled on the floor as he moved toward me. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my head up so that I was looking in the bottomless depths of his eyes.

  “Grace, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault. But I can’t work here anymore, I can’t take anymore of his money. It makes me feel like a gigolo and I want to come to you on equal footing.”

  Looking up at him I could imagine that everything would be fine, but deep down I knew this was just the beginning of the end. He might make a show of still wanting me, God knows my husband had for years during his affairs. But eventually I wouldn’t be enough to hold him. I wouldn’t blame him for looking elsewhere, since I wasn’t free to offer him anything except clandestine evenings in each other’s arms.

  And yet, knowing all that I wanted to beg him to stay with me during the day. I wanted to give him anything, do anything to keep him with me and away from the temptation of someone else.

  I took a step away from him, and turned away. I couldn’t look at him, couldn’t have him touch me if I was going to do what I needed to do. I was too desperate for him, and the pain of his abandonment when it came would devastate me. It would prove to me what I always suspected, that there was something about me that didn’t inspire loyalty in a man. And the irony of it was that I had no right to ask for loyalty from Michael.

  There was only one thing I could do. It was what I should have done in the first place, when my judgement had been so clouded by how good it felt to be in his arms. I needed to end this now before I got in so deep that I would never be able to extricate myself.

  “Maybe this is for the best. You need to move on, and need to get back to my normal life.”

  “What exactly are you saying?” His voice was a rough demand behind me, and I close my eyes as it stroked over my nerves and made me want to tell him to forget I’d said anything. This couldn’t go on. If I ended it now I could start getting over him. It would be on my own terms, and I could tell myself that it ended because it needed to and that it had been my decisions.

  “You know what I’m saying. It’s over Michael. It has to be.”

  His hand grasped my upper arm, and although there was a scowl on his face, his touch was gentle. He may not like what I was saying, but I knew he would not take out any anger he felt out on me.

  “Is this because I don’t want to work somewhere else? Is this a punishment?”

  “No. I know you need to find work, that you need to move on with your life.” This was harder than I thought it would be. Even now, with my resolve in place to end this, his broad body towering over me made the longing for him that lurked beneath the surface of my skin sprang to life.

  “Then what is this about? Do you think that my not being here during the day will mean that what we have between us will change?”

  That was exactly what I thought, but I couldn’t admit as much to him. He would only do his best to convince me that it wouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t do it out of any sort of malice, but it wouldn’t change what would happen. He wouldn’t want it to, but his interest would be directed elsewhere, there was no other outcome to this. While saying goodbye to him now would hurt, having him cast me off for another would hurt more.

  “I think this is for the best.” I tried to take a step back, tried to move away from him but he had other ideas.

  He pulled on the arm his was still holding and dragged me to him. I was flush against the hard muscular planes of his chest and couldn’t move away. He cupped my face, and brought his face down to meet mine. He took my lips in a kiss that was desperate, as if he was trying to memorize my mouth with his.

  The stiffness with which I held myself didn’t last, and I melted into him. My head may be telling me that it was time to end it, but my body had other ideas. It wanted him one more time, for one more taste before the inevitable goodbye.

  He pulled back and rubbed his thumb over my swollen lower lips. “I can’t say goodbye to you just yet.”

  It was the same for me, and I could feel my resolve to break things off cleanly weaken. Surely one more night together wouldn’t hurt anything. If I was resolved that it was the last time, surely I could find the strength to end it once and for all. Couldn’t I?

  “We can have tonight. One last night to get our fill of each other and then it’s time to say goodbye.” His mouth tightened and I could see that he wanted to argue with me. I’d already weakened enough, I had to forestall any further attempts by him to convince me to drag this affair out any longer. “It has to be this way, Michael. I has to end. We’ll have tonight but only tonight.”

  He let me go with a curt nod of his head. He turned away from me, and I breathed out a sigh as he opted not to argue with me any more. I cleared away his untouched lunch, and now that he was out of the room I asked myself what I was doing. I should call him back and tell him that he had to go now, but I didn’t. My body was desperate for him, and I needed one more night with him.

  6

  I paced the confines of my living room while I waited for Michael to arrived. It was like a repeat of our first night together. My nerves jangled inside my body, and I’d picked up the receiver of the phone half a dozen times to call him at the lodging house he was currently staying at. My brain was telling me that call him, to end it now, cleanly. My body had other ideas, and my mind was overruled every time I plucked up the courage to go to the phone. I spent most of my time pacing between the door and the phone, the silk of my dressing gown sliding against my naked skin. The fabric rubbed against my hardened nipples, and I could feel the place between my legs dampen in anticipation of his arrival.

  My desire for him had yet to run its course, and a part of my wondered if it ever would. Even knowing that there was no future for us. I was married, and however much my husband hurt me by abandoning me for another, I couldn’t leave. Divorce was unheard of in my family, and I didn’t think I even knew one person whose marriage had failed. I was shackled to Earl until death and there was nothing I could do about that.

  Beside, there was no point in thinking about leaving my husband when all I enjoyed with Michael was a fling. He may not be tired of me now, but he would eventually. It might not be tonight but it would happen. That was why I had to end it now, before I got any deeper with him.

  There was a knock on my back door, and I rushed to it with an eagerness that made a liar out of me. I could tell myself all I wanted that I could make a
clean break of it, but the way my heart pounded just knowing he was there told me it wouldn’t be as easy as I fooled myself into thinking.

  I opened the door, and there he was. My eyes swept over him as he stood there in a T-shirt and jeans, as if trying to memories this moment to carry with me. I would store the events of this night in my mind, to relive in the quieter moments when I could look back on this time with nostalgia. I would savor it as a time in my life when I was desired above all else by a beautiful young man.

  “Michael.” His name was a sigh on my lips when he stepped into my home and kicked the door shut. His scent filled my nostrils as he swept me up into his arms and carried me to my bed with a look of masculine intent. He took the stairs two at a time, and before long we were in my bedroom.

  He had yet to speak, and I didn’t think he was going to when he let go of my legs. I stood on the floor in front of him, my aching for his touch.

  “You get more beautiful every time I see you. I have never wanted someone as much as I want you, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to sate myself with only one more night.”

  I didn’t want to argue with him, and I knew that he would take us down a road I didn’t want to go if he continued to talk. I made it my mission to make it so that he couldn’t speak, that all he could do was feel pleasure at my touch.

  “No more talking.” I took a step back from him, loosened the sash of my robe and let the silky garment slither away from my body so that I stood nude in front of him. His eyes flared as my body was bared before him, but I couldn’t be sure that he was aroused enough to keep his mouth shut about this being our last night.

  Something about the knowledge that there would be no more nights with him lowered my inhibitions. I met his eyes as I stroked my hands over my skin. I stroked my breasts with my left hand while my right drifted down by belly. My fingers traveled over my mouth, and I stroked the wet folds that were hidden from his view. A moan escaped me as my touch gave me pleasure, and a look of fierce desire crossed his face as he watched me pleasure myself.

  “Do you want to lick my fingers, Michael?” I withdrew my hand and held them up to him. My juices glistened on my skin, and the sight of it aroused me more than I believed possible. He grasped my wrist and drew my fingers into his mouth. He sucked the evidence of my desire and it enflamed me. I was no longer content with giving myself pleasure, I wanted him to do it. “Do you want to lick my pussy?”

  He didn’t need any further encouragement as he withdrew my fingers from his mouth and sank to his knees on the floor in front of me. I widened my stance and draped my right leg over his shoulder. I was open and exposed to him as he brought his mouth forward. I clenched my fingers in his hair as he used his tongue to memorize every fold of my body.

  I closed my eyes as he inserted one thick finger inside me, stroking the nerves inside me while his tongue stroked my clit. I wanted this moment to last forever. I would die a happy woman if I could spend the rest of my life with him fucking me with his fingers and his mouth, but Michael had been learning during our encounters with each other. He knew how to touch me to draw out the most pleasure from me.

  The pressure inside me built and I trembled, desperate to stay on my feet while he fucked me with two fingers now. My clit was sucked deep into his mouth and he flicked it with his tongue.

  “Oh yes, oh Michael.” His name became a chant as he tortured me with his fingers and his magical tongue. Soon I couldn’t hold back, and my orgasm made me shout his name as its spasm held me tight and wouldn’t let go until every ounce of gratification had run its course through my body.

  I sagged, and he stood up. He held me for a second before taking me to the bed and laying me down. My ass was at the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side and my body slack as I watched him through half open eyes. He was still wearing his clothes, and my appreciation of his body hadn’t dimmed at all as it was revealed when he stripped his clothes.

  His cock was hard and straining as he walked toward me. My bed was high enough that all he had to do was hook his hands under my legs and pull me forward. His entry was slick as he impaled me on his cock, and I closed my eyes with a groan as he filled me. If I thought his fucking me with his fingers and mouth had left me sated, his cock pumping slowly in and out of me only built the fire again.

  I opened my eyes and tilted my head so that I could looked at his young, muscle body flexing as he worked my body with his cocked. How could I give this up? I shoved the thought from my mind. This was the last time we would be together, and I wasn’t going to waver.

  His thrusts got harder and my breasts bounced with every slam of his cock. He was getting close, I’d been with him enough to know what the tightening of the skin across his cheekbones meant. I wanted to join him when he came, and moved my fingers between my legs.

  My clit was swollen and it took only a few strokes before I was where he was. As I watched his cock furiously moving in and out of me, I wanted him to do something he hadn’t done with me. I wanted to see him cum.

  “Cum on me.” My voice was a desperate, breathless plea and I surprised I managed to get the words out. His lip curled in an eager snarl and he pulled his cock from my body. His hand stroked his glistening shaft as fast as my fingers were stroking my clit. A guttural noise escaped him as the veins stood out on his neck. He braced on hand on the bed as the hot, white spurts of his cum shot from his cock and landed on my belly.

  The hot splashes of his cum hitting my body, along with the intensity of my stroking fingers sent me hurtling into orgasm. I cried his name, and my name was groaned from his lips in return. My ecstasy held me in an iron grip, and for a moment I feared it wouldn’t let go.

  He collapsed on the bed beside me and all I could do was lay there with my legs splayed wide. The juices from my pussy leaked down to the edge of the bed, and his cum cooled on my body. This last time, and it had to be the last time, was so intense that I knew I’d made the right decision. This had to end. Any more nights like this and my obsession with him would consume me.

  After what felt like a long time, I was finally able to move. I sat up, still on the edge of my bed, and I could feel Michael’s cum sliding down my belly. He stirred beside me and put his hand on my back. I needed to get away from him, before I did something stupid, like tell him that I’d changed my mind. I desperately didn’t want this affair to end, but that desperation was the reason it needed to. We were already taking a big risk having him sneak into my house. If one of the neighbors happened to look out their window and see him slipping into my back yard at night, there was no way I could explain it. There was no reason for him to be here this late at night except the most obvious reason.

  “Don’t go yet.” His hand gently encircled my arm to keep me from moving. He wasn’t going to make the easy for me. Surely he could see why we needed to make a clean break.

  “I want to clean up.” I shrugged off his hold and stood up. All I needed to do was escape into the bathroom, away from his intoxicating presence and I would regain my resolve.

  “Why do I get the feeling that you want to get away from me?” I heard the bed creak behind me. He put his hand back on my arm and turned me to face him. “Why are you shutting me out?”

  Much could be said about Michael’s youth, but it did not make him stupid or naive. I was trying to shore up my wall against him, and he was perceptive enough to sense it.

  “We talked about this. We can’t go on like this.”

  “Why not? This doesn’t feel over. I feels like we’re just getting started.”

  He was right, of course. It did feel like the affair had yet to run its course, but it couldn’t go on.

  “We need to stop, Michael. We’re bound to get caught.”

  He let go of my arm and paced away. “We’ll be careful. We won’t get caught. I’ll be at work during the day, and any suspicion over my spending time here will go away. As far as anyone will know, I did some work on your shed and we didn’t see each other again.”<
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  He was like the devil, dangling temptation in front of me. “I can’t risk it.”

  I didn’t want to tell him that it was because I was afraid of being hurt when he inevitably found someone else that I insisted it was over. He wouldn’t understand. He would believe that it couldn’t happen, but in my heart I knew it would. So I used the excuse of my nosy neighbors to get him to see that this couldn’t last.

  “If it goes on long enough, one of us will get sloppy and it will be all over. I has to end Michael, I’m sorry.” I turned away from the hurt on his face. This was so much harder to do in real life than it had been in my head. My sole focus had been on my own desperation that I hadn’t considered how it might be for him. “You’ll see I’m right. This will be just a phase in you life, and you’ll move on from it.”

  He growled behind me.

  “God damn it, stop telling me how I will feel. I want you, I have for years. I can’t give you up now that we are only getting started.”

  I closed my eyes. Why had I agreed to this? I was the mature one in this relationship, and I had let his flattering attention blind me to what this might do to him. I didn’t imagine that he’d had much experience being hurt by life, and it killed me to have to do this to him. But listening to the hurt and anger in his voice told me that I needed to. He was young, he would get over it. This affair could go no where, and he needed to see that.

  “When this started I made no promises to you. I told you that I wasn’t free to give myself to you, that I could never be your girl. If that’s what you’re looking for, you’re going to be disappointed. It has to end Michael.”

  “Are you saying, deep down in your heart that you don’t want me anymore? That you can end it, just like that?”

  I knew that a lie would make this so much easier, when my back was to him and he couldn’t read it in my face, but I couldn’t do that to him. I knew what it felt like to have someone who you thought was yours turn out to not want you anymore. While my circumstances had been different, that it has been my husband who had shown that he didn’t want me, I couldn’t bring myself to visit that sort of pain on Michael, no matter how much easier it would make things for me.