Chapter 12

Back at home, Dave became even quieter than before. I did not. Something fundamental had changed within me at that cottage. Both in Rio’s embrace, as he’d watched from the laundry room and later, on the beach.

Plus, my husband had also morphed. He was no fool. The script said I was to be dragged upstairs and fucked on the bed by a single man while he watched. When that didn’t happen, he could’ve come searching. But he hadn’t. Nor would he offer any explanation when I asked.

All of which meant, as much as I still loved him with all my heart, I just couldn’t help it. He’d chosen to become my silent little toy. Someone to keep me amused between “real” men, whether or not he acknowledged it.

Sex between us changed.

Whenever possible, I teased him. Sometimes flashing a bit more skin in public. Grocery runs were fun. Other times, being more obvious, sinking a hand inside his shorts to stroke him or dragging my lips over his neck as we sat on the couch watching movies. At night, my grip was tight to his stiff root.

God, his cocklet was constantly drooling.

Through all that, silent Dave agreed: he’d only receive relief when I chose. And I hadn’t chosen. Why so mean? Because, although he never complained, we’d been married for far too long. Something bubbled within him. And the more I teased him, the more it flared.

Several times over the next few weeks, I asked him about it, but each time his only response was to shrug and remain quiet. One night, we were watching television. Well, sitting on the couch, he was. While squirming in my chair, I was reviewing the reactions to the beach cottage videos. After Derrin had posted them, my account balance skyrocketed.

As arousal had me shifting around on the cushion, I held up my tablet, showing Dave some of the comments. He gulped.

“Told you they were graphic.” At first, I started to chuckle, but caught myself.

Enough fun times. It was time to find out what was bothering him. His eyes widened, and my heartbeat thumped louder as I uncurled from the chair and plonked myself down beside him. While reading more commentary aloud, I slipped aside his shorts and stroked his slender pink staff. After edging him since our return, it didn’t take long for him to huff and squirm under my twisting fist.

“Now tell me.” I blew on its drooling little dome, dislodging a glimmering trickle. “What’s the matter?”

“N-Nothing.” He gulped.

After bending low, I puffed again on its pulsating knob. The shiny globule slid over his swollen helmet rim to dribble over my fingers.

“You’re lying.” I squeezed, staring at his shadowed eyes.

“Really. Um, nothing’s bothering me,” he hissed through clenched teeth, while shaking his head.

I leaned further, keeping my gaze on him while swirling my tongue just above his knob. A slow puff had his entire body vibrating. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s only that...” he trailed off into a moan as I blasted longer breaths across his pulsating shaft. After a swift gulp, he spat out, “I’ve never seen you so happy in all our time together.”

“And?” At a further quick puff from me, he jerked and his eyes went wide. That little bulb was a deep purple, throbbing in my grip. Another trickle slithered over my fist. He was so very close. Torture or interrogation?

“I love you more than anything in the world,” he added as his fingers clawed at the cushions.

“Not a problem, babe. You know I love you too,” I murmured before bending lower and opening my lips to give him some relief.

“Do you?”

My universe flipped. While jerking upward, I released his cock. It wobbled in midair, flinging another silvery trail to the couch as I struggled to breathe. In a rapid tumble, a ton of bricks buried my chest. His words impacted my ears, pierced my heart, and finally sank deep into my brain.

After gasping for air, I said, “What? Why would you think I didn’t?”

“I mean.” Wide-eyed, he stared at me. That look of concern was back on his face. “You showed me the videos. Um, and I’ve heard you talking with Derrin. He, uh, he seems to like you. A lot.”

Like? That guy?

With a sigh, I grinned. “That evil bastard is...”

“You like him.” Dave’s eyes locked on mine.

Although his sudden accusation startled me, I nodded. “Compared to Allen, he treats me...”

Like I crave being treated. How he knew that was beyond my understanding.

While nodding once more, I didn’t have to finish. Dave’s eyes glinted in recognition.

“But...” I started, then words just failed me.

“Besides”—the tone of his voice dropped several octaves—”you enjoy being, um, with those other guys. The, uh, larger ones.”

What could I do? Lie? We both already knew the answer. Plus, he hadn’t asked; simply spoken the truth. After tearing myself from his inquisition-like glare, I stared into the distance. His view stayed on me for a while as his rod collapsed. With a heavy breath, he prepared to stand. As my hand reached out to clasp his, he pushed it away and stood while fixing his shorts.

But I wouldn’t let the accusations rest solely on me. “And you like watching me with them.”

With a sigh, he nodded while walking to the stairs. “I did,” slipped back over his hunched shoulders.

After that, things became even quieter between us. Cash poured in, and we repaired his car. When we called Dean to tell him we could afford his trip, the happiness in my son’s voice brought enormous smiles to both our faces.

At the office, Allen remained a jerk, trying to get me to dress “nicer” for the annual board members’ meeting. Out of spite, I wore the most conservative pant suit in my closet and made a point of telling him it was my time of the month. Face whitening, he frowned and turned away. A hint of disappointment haunted his eyes. All the extra income meant I wouldn’t have to deal with the office at all soon.

However, despite the money, Dave continued to work long hours, still with no sign of the promised raise. When I asked why, he remained silent—almost wary.

There was also another change, and this was not subtle. Whenever I encountered anyone, questions flew into my head. Will they recognize Rochelle? Have they seen my videos? Are they smiling at me in a friendly way or something more? Is he the one who offered to rent me for the weekend? Is she?

Frequently, Dave caught my questioning gazes. Each time I expected him to seethe with jealousy or finally blow up at me, but nothing happened. He’d squeeze my hand or caress my back, and we’d move on.

At last, the conference I’d mentioned to Rio arrived, and after loading a suitcase into the car, I kissed my husband goodbye. It was a warm kiss, and his stiffening flesh pressed tight to me as our arms wandered each other’s backs.

But God, was I ever conflicted.

Throughout the night, I’d tossed and turned, on the verge of waking him to confess I was going to meet Rio. But one glance at the man I loved, curled up and peaceful, would drive me back to indecision.

Coincidentally, also the evening prior as we lay in bed, Derrin called. Right up front, he was quick to state there were no upcoming scripts for me, and he was upgrading his site and gear. He then clarified he was sharing in my windfall. When I told Dave, he only shrugged and rolled over.

After what I was accustomed to experiencing, I found myself unable to sleep, and riding the very edge of need—and madness. Big Max lay abandoned in my closet and my husband lay abandoned next to me beneath the sheets.

Do I want to see Rio? Yes. Should I?

As I caressed my husband’s back, he murmured in his sleep.

It’s not for money.

Do I love Rio? No. I love Dave.

So, why don’t I tell him?

Because I also wanted Rio. And he wanted me. It was pure fucking lust. No different from what I’d already experienced.

And Dave understands that. He’d watched what Rio had done to me, what we’d both let him do and say. Twice.

When he rolled over with a sigh, a quick glance at my husband’s angelic sleeping face hardened my resolve. There was no point in making him more uncomfortable.

So, after a long morning of travel, I arrived at the conference. And like the board members’ meeting, Allen was beside himself when I appeared in another conservative pant suit. He spent an hour between customers trying to convince me to change into something more “comfortable.”

At last, exasperated, I pulled him aside and growled at him, “If somebody wants to see my body, they’re gonna have to pay me cash. Up front. A lot of cash.” I released his sleeve with a snort. “So, shut the fuck up and do your damned job, boss.”

As he rocked backward on his heels, I strode back to the meeting rooms. Without another word from him, I went on to have a detailed, successful discussion with several soon-to-be new clients. Other than the residual expression of shock, I caught a quick flash of disappointment, sadness perhaps, on Allen’s face before he saw me and turned away.

When evening arrived, my pulse was racing as my deep red stilettos click-clacked across the lobby. A smile crossed my waxy lips as I scanned my reflection in artistic colored glass panels just before the hotel exit.

The outfit I wore would’ve brought Allen to his knees. Dave had flashed me a confused glance of concern and curiosity while watching me pack the red silken dress. It was minuscule, barely coming to mid-thigh, with a neckline plunging to my waist and backless. The two straps, straining to cover my jiggling braless chest, were so narrow they only concealed the outer edges of my areolas.

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