A Wife Scorned: Complete Series

by Laci Mitchell

  There were women who did take in boarders to help make ends meet, but those women usually had husbands at home.

  “Do you think anyone is actually going to believe that you’re staying here and nothing is going on?” The water was growing chilly, and I didn’t want to indulge in any more of this foolishness. I stood up and stepped out of the tub. I pulled a towel from the rack, and wrapped it around myself.

  “Mrs. McLean has a young lodger and no one says anything about her.”

  I turned and looked at him. He flashed me that white smile and I rolled my eyes.

  “Mrs. McLean is eighty years old.”

  “People will see what they want. But unless we do something crazy like have sex on your front lawn, there is little they can do but speculate.” He stood up and my eyes traveled over his wet, nude body. I didn’t matter how many times I saw it, I never got tired of looking at it. He stepped from the tub, reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He drew me into his arms. “It would be a way for us to be together. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want me in your bed every night? Holding you? Touching you? Pleasing you?”

  “Show me what would be in store for me and I’ll think about it.” I took him by the hand and led him from the bathroom. My mind raced over the possibilities as I led him to my bedroom. I was so tempted to do what he wanted, but could we really get away with it?

  8

  I rolled over in my bed, pushing away whatever was brushing against my shoulder and drawing me from sleep. My hand made contact with a male face, and as I came to my senses I realized it was Michael. He was brushing his lips against my skin, and I could feel that he was hard and ready for me.

  He moved back as I rolled over onto my back, and I could see the thin fingers of dawn creeping into the sky outside the window. He would have to leave me soon, and I realized that I didn’t want to carry on like this. I didn’t want him to slip in my house for a few hours in my bed only to slip away again.

  I put my hand on his cheek, and looked into his eyes.

  “I think it would be okay if you mentioned in a few places that you are moving in here as my lodger. You know, let people know that you feel bad for me and want to help me out.”

  He leaned forward and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and sighed. People already talked about me, and in the grand scheme of things, without proof, all they could do was talk. I’d had years to get used to people getting quiet when I walked into a room, and I knew that no one would dare say anything to me directly. They were much too polite for that. Nothing would change in that way, but at least I wouldn’t spend my nights alone. I could have this man in my bed every night. As far as I was concerned it was worth the risk.

  As he kissed me, his hand slid down my belly and buried itself between my legs. He found me wet and ready for him as always.

  “I want you, now.” I moaned as he stroked me. “We don’t have time to draw this out.”

  “This will be the last time I’ll have to rush in the morning.” He was right. This would be the last time we would have to have sex in the morning with an eye on the clock. It was a delicious thought.

  He moved on top of me, widened my legs with his and put himself at the entrance of my body. He slid inside me and my eyes rolled shut as he filled me. There wasn’t time for teasing, for dragging this out, not with the morning sun rising. He got down to the business of fucking me, and his thrusts were hard and fast. My breasts bounced, and I reached down between my legs to stroke my clit. It didn’t take long for me to make the climb, and after a few more moments my orgasm hit me. My pussy squeezed around him, and he gave one more thrust. He groaned loud and long as he spilled his cum inside me and I clung to him.

  There wasn’t much time to indulge in coming back to earth, and the sweat hadn’t had time to cool from our bodies before he was rolling out of bed and pulling on his jeans. He looked at me over his shoulder, and I smiled up at him. The more I thought about it, the better I felt about letting him stay here. I was tired of being alone. I wanted some happiness in my life, even it was the kind of happiness that I had to hide.

  He turned to me, leaned forward and pressed a swift kiss on my lips.

  “Go back to sleep. I’ll set everything in motion, and be here later this afternoon with my things.”

  He turned away, pulled his T-shirt over his head and walked out of my bedroom. I pulled the sheet up over my body and my mind raced with the possibilities of having him here. As long as we put on a respectable face in public, we could do whatever we wanted in private and none would be the wiser.

  It had been a month since Michael had moved into my house and the world hadn’t come to an end. It had rolled along like it always did. If there was more talk going on around the neighborhood about me than usual, I didn’t notice or care. For the first time in a long time I was happy. I had man come home to me every night, who held me in my bed and made me feel desirable.

  “Do you want anything in particular for dinner?” I was in the kitchen as Michael took the lunch I’d made for him.

  “You can make whatever you want for dinner, but I know what I want for desert.” He waggled his eyebrows at me and pulled me into his arms. He dipped his head and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back. There was no time for anything else, but that didn’t matter. I knew that he would pick up where he left off when he got home.

  A sound came to me, one that sent a tiny prickle of dread down my spine. It was the sound of a key turning in the lock on the front door. I pulled away from Michael, and he looked toward the front of the house. He must have heard it too.

  “What the hell is that?” He moved away from me and put me behind him as he turned toward the kitchen door.

  “Wait. There is only one other person who has a key to the house beside you and me. I’ll go see what he wants. You go ahead and go to work.”

  My husband hadn’t been home for months, and the last time he had been all he wanted was to dig out his golf clubs. I was sure that it was the same this time, and I smoothed my hands down my dress as I took a deep breath. There was no way Earl would want to be here longer than necessary.

  I walked toward the front of the house, and there in the vestibule was Earl. He hadn’t changed in the months since I’d seen him. He still looked older than his forty-three years, and as my eyes drifted over him I wondered how he managed to attract any woman at all. Looks weren’t everything, but my husband had a petulant cast to his mouth that spoke of a selfishness that went deep.

  “Hello Earl. What are you doing here?” My eyes went to the suitcases on either side of his legs, and the dread that had dragged a finger down my spine in the kitchen settled in the pit of my stomach.

  “Surely it’s obvious. I’m coming back home.”

  9

  I stared at my husband in disbelief. He could not be doing this, he could not be coming in here and ruining everything. Just when I was being bolder in my life, and moving toward what I truly wanted, I could feel the cage that was my marriage closing around me.

  “Why now, Earl?” I didn’t believe for one moment that my husband had had a sudden change of heart, that he’d realized for the first time in years that he had a wife at home. My husband never did anything unless it benefited him.

  He walked toward me and gave me a pat on the cheek. “The last time I checked, I paid for this house. If I want to live here, I’m going to. So if you will excuse me darling, I’m going to take my things up to the bedroom.”

  He picked up his suitcases and brushed past me. The woman I had been before Michael had come into my life would have meekly accepted my husband back home, would have bowed to his place as man of the house. But the truth was, Michael was in my life and I wasn’t ready to let him go. I could never be with him as long as Earl was in the same bed as me, so I turned to look at my husband’s retreating back.

  “You can put your things in Beverly’s old room.” I stiffened my spine when he stopped and turned slowly to face me
.

  I swallowed hard, since this was the first time in my marriage that I had dared to contradict my husband and tell him what to do. He’d never raised a finger against me before but there was always a first time for everything. Fortunately I had an ace up my sleeve, there was another man in this house, one who was much bigger and stronger than my husband. Even if Earl did try to assert his authority forcefully, Michael would be on him faster than he could blink.

  “And why would I put my things in there?” Earl put the suitcase on the floor, crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a smirk. He didn’t think I was serious about this, he thought I would back down. My husband had trained me to believe that I wasn’t worthy of attention, but I’d also trained him to believe that he could walk all over me and I wouldn’t say a peep.

  “You are going to be sleeping in there, that’s why. Here is the way things are going to work, Earl. If you want don’t want certain people to know about your philandering ways you’ll sleep where I tell you to sleep.” I clasped my hands in front of me to keep them from trembling. I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth but there was a certain satisfaction in finally putting my foot down.

  Earl nervously licked his lips, and his eyes shifted to the side.

  “Come on now, Gracie. Who could you possibly tell that would care about what you have to say?” The sheen of sweat on his forehead told a story that was the opposite of his brave words. I knew that he was hoping I’d take what he said and believe him. It was how he’d operated for so long so he had no reason to believe that it wouldn’t work now. My husband was in for a rude awakening, and I figured now was the time to give it to him.

  “I think Phil might want to hear what I have to say. What do you think your boss is going to do if I tell him that you haven’t been playing happy families here with me for years?” My husband’s boss was a devout man who believe that family was the corner stone of everything. He prided himself on running a family friendly business, and he would not tolerate any chance, no matter how slim, that his business’s reputation could be tarnished. Earl had gone to great lengths to keep what he was doing a secret from his boss and the other people he worked with. “It’s why you have the apartment in her name, don’t you? So no one will associate it and her with you?”

  My husband’s mouth pressed into a thin line and his eyes narrowed on me. He stared at me for a long time, before he made a noise of disgust and turned on his heel. He footsteps were heavy and loud as he walked up the stairs. I knew that his destination was Beverly’s room. I’d won this round with him, but it still didn’t solve all my problems. I had to be very careful not to give him any ammunition to use against me, and the young man waiting for me in my kitchen was a landmine that would explode if I wasn’t careful.

  I left the front room and went to the kitchen. Michael stood there, his arms crossed over his muscular chest and I walked up to him and touched his arm.

  “Why is he here?” The muscle worked in his jaw, and I ran my hand up and down his arm in a soothing motion.

  “He won’t say, but I’m sure he has a reason, and it’s what’s best for Earl.”

  “Do you want me to leave?” I knew he wasn’t talking about leaving the kitchen. I knew that the smartest thing to do would be to tell him yes, that he should go. I knew that my husband would not be home to stay, and Michael could easily come back once Earl left again. But as I stood in my kitchen, with my hand on his skin I couldn’t tell him to go. I wasn’t ready to be parted from him.

  “No. I want you to stay. We’ll find a way to be together, we’ll just have to be very careful now that he’s here.”

  I knew it was easier said than done, and perhaps I was fooling myself. A feeling crept over me that my husband’s return was going to spell disaster for me and Michael. I just didn’t know how and I didn’t know when.

  I lay in my bed that night, staring at the ceiling as the house settled quietly around me. I could hear the faint sounds of my husband snoring in Beverly’s room, and I was relieved that Earl hadn’t attempted to press his luck. I had seen little of Michael since I’d last spoke to him in the kitchen. He’d decided to make himself scarce during dinner, and I suspected that it was because he didn’t want to sit across the table from my husband. Frankly neither did I, but no matter how I felt personally I was still Earl’s wife. The expectation to do my duty was so deeply ingrained that I served Earl his dinner as if he’d come home after being away for a few hours instead of months.

  The was a creak in the hall just outside my bedroom door. I could still hear Earl snoring, so I knew it had to be Michael. Would he come to me in my bed with my husband just down the hall? The door open slowly, and my nipples tightened in anticipation. I looked toward the door as Michael closed it behind him and his large body loomed over me where I lay prone in my bed.

  “I couldn’t stay away. I wanted to. When I was out, I told myself that I wouldn’t come in here tonight, but I can’t resist you. The question I have is, do you want me in that bed with you?”

  I knew if I said no, that I couldn’t have sex with him while my husband was down the hall, that it would be over between us. I was certain that this was a test, that Michael wanted me to choose him over my desire to be seen as a respectable house wife. I didn’t bother to answer him, since my answer was a forgone conclusion. I was in too deep with him to put a halt to it now, and I knew just how heavy Earl slept even if Michael didn’t.

  I grasped the edge of the sheet and lifted it. Michael quickly shucked his clothes and climbed into bed with me. He framed my face with his hands and kissed me like we’d been separated for months instead of just hours. I still wore my nightgown, and the thin cloth became too much of a barrier between us. My passion for him had me clawing at my clothes, and I have a groan of frustration as I became entangled by the sheet.

  Michael pulled back from me, and although I couldn’t see his intent in his eyes, I felt it in his large hands at the neck of my nightgown. The sound of fabric tearing pierced the silence of the room as Michael tore the nightgown from my body. I didn’t think I’d ever been this turned on, knowing that he wanted me so much that he had to tear the clothes from my body.

  I reached between our bodies and grasped his straining cock in my hands, and he gave a muffled groan. He thrust his hips in time with my stroking hand, and I could tell by the rapidness of his breath that he was having difficulty holding himself in check.

  I pushed him onto his back and moved down his body. I opened my mouth and took him fully inside. I’d had so much practice doing this since the first time, that it only took moments for me to bring him to orgasm. The familiar taste of his cum in my mouth made me wish that we could be open about our desire for each other. Thoughts like that were coming more frequently, that I wished that I’d met him at a different time in my life. That what we were doing together wasn’t wrong in the eyes of everyone I knew. But no matter how much I wished it, it didn’t change the fact that I would never be able to openly call him mine.

  Once his breathing had settled back into a steady rhythm, he grasped me by the arms and pulled me down onto the bed as he loomed over me. Now that his desire had been eased, I knew he would take his time in bringing me as much pleasure as I could possibly stand. He used his mouth, tongue and hands to touch me in the places he knew I liked best and my breath was coming in heavy pants by the time he settled his face between my legs and gave me the most intimate of kisses.

  I brought my fist up to my mouth as my other hand buried itself in his hair. I bit down one the fleshy part of my index finger to keep from crying out my pleasure at the thrusting of his fingers and the flicking of his tongue. I knew I would leave marks on my skin but I didn’t care as I came against Michael’s mouth. My husband might be a fairly heavy sleeper but even he would not be able to sleep through the sound of my orgasm screaming through me.

  I pressed Michael’s face against me as I reveled in every pulse of pleasure that went through me. Once I was wrung out, wh
en the force of my orgasm left me boneless, my hand fell away from his head and flopped to the side of the bed. My legs relaxed out to the side, and my fisted hand fell away from my mouth. I didn’t matter how many times I was with him, or how many times he made me cum, every orgasm he gave me felt better than the last.

  “I want you inside me.” My voice came out in a whisper of sound, but he heard me. He reared up between my legs and he filled me with his cock. I closed my eyes as I held the moan that wanted to escape as he stretched me with his thickness and he began the long slow thrusts that drove me wild.

  I put my arms around him, and rubbed my pelvis against him, showing him with my body that I didn’t want slow, I didn’t want gentle. I wanted him to take me hard and fast, to brand me with his body and make me his woman in the only way he could.

  I wanted him to make me cum again, like a greedy child who’d binged on candy and still wanted more. When he was with me like this, when he was fucking me, I could forget that I had a husband sleeping down the hall. I could forget that I was not free to give my heart to him. When I was like this with him I could pretend that we were the only two people in the world.

  His thrusts grew more demanding, more forceful, as if he could sense what I needed. Maybe this was what he needed too. I dug my heels in the mattress and met him, thrust for thrust. I clung to him as I climbed closer to the edge that would take me to mindlessness. The urge to call out, to demand that he fuck me harder was so strong that I had to bite his shoulder. That only made him wilder, and I got what I wanted without saying a word.

  He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach, yanked me up onto my knees and slammed his cock back inside me. He was in so deep that I had bury my face in the pillow to keep from screaming my approval. The only sound coming from either of us was the heaviness of our breathing that matched the tune made by our flesh slapping against each other. He reached around, cupped my mound and stroked me to orgasm as he rammed his cock in and out of me. My muscles clenched around him in time in time with each spasm going through me, and I felt the answering pulses of his cock as he spilled his cum inside me.