His Wife

Chapter 15

His Wife.

Lyla Atelo.

Saturday morning, and I woke up to the cheery sound of my husband. I frowned slightly at how high-pitched his voice was. I almost suffocated myself with my pillow until I heard my name in his mouth.

"Yes, Lyla? She is a wonderful woman." He cooed over the phone to whoever he was talking to. "I've never been so blessed to have her as my wife. And soon, she will be the mother of my children."

I almost gagged at the thoughts of that. First of all, I didn't see myself going under the sheets with him again, and secondly... well, I couldn't tell him the second reason yet until I was completely sure.

"You know... we were apart from each other for six long years because of my constant trips to different countries, for the sake of my family and taking care of her, I mean." He added the last part with a little laughter in his voice. "But Lyla... She never complained. Instead, she encouraged me and supported me in every way that she could. I don't know what I've done on this earth to deserve a woman as lovely as she. She is my pillar, I must tell you that."

I couldn't shake off how his personality had changed overnight. I mean, last night, I could vividly recall all the bile things he had said to me all through the drive back home. It ranged from 'I was no good' to being called a lot of obscene names. I had never felt so humiliated before as I did last night.

But still... Last night... My mind wandered to him. My student. Sage...

My core clenched unconsciously and I found my fingers roaming down towards my body. Once the thoughts of him filtered into my mind, I was able to drown my husband's noisy voice. All that seemed to matter to me right now was him, Sage, and how I felt pressed up against him. How much I yearned for his touch. How much I yearned for his... cock.

My fingers slipped past my panties under my nightwear, and I found my clit. I gasped. Just a little thought of him made me drenched. My breaths came out heavily as I started by making small circles on my swollen nub.

A small moan escaped from my mouth as I added more pressure and speed. I imagined his hands there, touching me and whispering dirty things. I imagined his breath fanning my neck as he licked my earlobe while his second hand pressed and massaged my breasts.

The sweet pooling at my lower belly was back. That was the foreign sensation I had felt when Sage's hand was there the other night. Feeling the need to pee, but this time around, I knew what it was. I knew I was getting closer to an orgasm.

I didn't stop. I rubbed faster and harder, going as far as massaging my own breasts and pinching my nipples until I couldn't take it any longer. Until everything went silent in my head for a second before exploding until I saw 'white'. My entire body was shaking...

*

"You're awake."

Michael was washing the dishes when I went downstairs. I looked around to see if he had made something for breakfast.

"Don't worry, I've already had breakfast." He said after noticing my stare. "I didn't want to disturb you since you were sleeping. You needed the rest."

I tried my best to smile. "That was very considerate of you, dear. So, where is breakfast? I'm really famished." I yawned tiredly and moved deeper into the kitchen.

He frowned. "I made breakfast for myself, Lyla. If you're hungry, you can make something to eat by yourself. I'm not your maid. I let you sleep as the considerate husband that I am, that should be more than enough. Other wives are always up by 5am to clean up the house and prepare food and baths for their husbands."

"Oh..." Was all I could say. "You couldn't be far from the truth." I said mirthlessly and shook my head.

What exactly did I expect from this man? I made my way towards the refrigerator and grabbed a cold bottle of water. My throat was parched as I was dehydrated and hot from... I shook my head to clear my mind immediately. I wasn't going to think about touching myself and cumming to the thoughts of my student, in front of my husband.

I changed the subject immediately. "What about the call? You seemed so happy a while ago. Who were you speaking with? Someone from home?"

His frowned vanished instantly and his eyes sparkled. The morning sunlight streaming from the kitchen windows caught his face at a beautiful angle. Yes, Michael was really handsome, but it didn't matter to me anymore. The butterflies in my tummy that I once felt for him were already gone for good.

"No!" He grinned happily and dropped the plates he was holding. "Last night's dinner party? Guess what? We were the only family that was picked! No one else but us! They will be investing in my company soon." His eyes bulged to explain more. "And when I say investing... their least amount of investment is a billion dollars. Not a million or hundreds of millions, but a billion dollars!!! I will be super wealthy, Lyla."

I almost laughed. He would be wealthy? There was no 'we' again?

"That's really good, dear. I'm proud of you." I told him while gulping the water down my throat, relishing the coldness that filled my mouth.

"Ah, I almost forgot!" He smacked his forehead earning a frown from me. "You have to go to the supermarket today. The company's representatives will be having dinner with us later this evening. You need to be fast so you can cook. I have a list of dishes for you to prepare."

I could have protested that today was my rest day, but I knew I wouldn't like the aftermath of the conversation. I slowly capped the water bottle and returned it to the fridge, nodding my head to him.

Of course, I would do it. I'm his wife.