Chapter Five: Spilled wine and Silk traps

ZACHARIAH

“Oh, Zach…go faster.”

My wife's voice was a slippery moan as my barely erect manhood rammed into her from behind, the sound of flesh striking flesh renting the air.

I closed my eyes as I tried to imagine that it was someone else but not my wife, Nadia, that I was fucking in the semi dark room.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I loved my wife.

She had an excellent sex drive, one that matched mine.

But the reality was that no matter how hard I tried, I was never sexually satisfied by her.

“Oh, Zach, there! Right there!”

I felt the insides of her pussy clench as I dug deeper, my eyes slightly closed, my hands grasping her waist as I did what I would call my husband “duties.”

She let out a primal sound as I increased my pace, unaware of the fact that my eyes were closed, that I was in the room with her, but at the same time, I was somewhere else.

My eyes shut, I imagined that I was in a hotel room, a slim, sweaty brunette behind me, her fingers deep inside my ass hole as her other hand tugged on my throbbing penis.

With this image in my mind, I felt my body stiffen for a moment before it began to tremble in pleasure.

“Argh…”

I trembled as I reached the point of no return, my legs buckling beneath the weight of sexual pleasure. I felt my wife come alongside me, her legs matching the strain my legs had just gone through.

“That …that was amazing.”

“I'm happy I can still make you say that after twenty years in marriage.”

I grinned brightly, a smile that was not genuine.

For her, that was amazing sex, but to me, that was basic sex.

For me, there was no limit to sex. Sex was supposed to be explored as long as your partner was okay with it. And that was the problem, my wife was not okay with it.

I could vaguely remember her face the moment I had tried to introduce rimming to her, the ghastly look on her white face as if she had just witnessed something horrific.

She had described it as too “Gen Z” and way “too performative” later on, eyes flashing in anger.

“Will the gala still hold on later tonight? Will we need a babysitter for the kids?”

I shrugged as I watched her pout, an action she usually performed when she was thinking and needed my opinion.

“Come on, Nadia, do they really need babysitters?” I smiled exhaustedly, “They both turn fourteen next week.”

“Oh, they do. They're teenagers, Zach. You don't want to give them that freedom or else you'll live to regret it.”

I nodded in agreement as I shrugged.

“Alright, call the babysitter.”

She was the perfect wife. With two children and my job as a member of the board of one of the biggest companies in New York city, we had what most people would call a perfect marriage.

But to me, there was something missing.

And even though my wife couldn't see it, it was right there in front of us.

I wanted more than just doggy, missionary and all the basic sex styles. I wanted her hand in my ass hole, I wanted every form of ass play there was in the world, something she frowned upon.

Every moment we had sex was pure torture for me, I craved for the type of sex she hated,the same type of sex she had described as too performative.

“I'll need to see my pediatrician as well.” She glanced at her toes before adding, “I need to be at my absolute best for you.”

I chuckled, a sound I forced from my throat.

“You're always at your best for me, but alright, you do you…”

With another huge smile, she slid across the bed, kissing me fully on the lips as she snuggled into my arms.

Looking away, I found myself wondering if I was ever going to have sex the way I wanted.

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The annual Frederick company gala was an event that was hosted every year to raise money for start up companies that had potential.

Even before Mr. Frederick's death, the gala had become a mainstay, and a year later, it was fully grounded.

I flashed a picture worthy smile at the cameras as my wife leaned into me, the clicks and the harsh lighting from the various cameras pointed at us threatening to ruin the picture of the perfect man and wife I wanted the cameras to portray.

“Once again, this is amazing. You've outdone yourself once again, my love.”

I watched Nadia grab two flutes filled with bubbling champagne from the attendant then slide one to me.

“You can't give me all the credit,” I chuckled as I sipped. “It wouldn't have been possible without the entire board. Come, I want you to meet them.”

I started to lead her to where the rest of the board was standing, but I never got there. The moment I turned, I crashed headfirst into a female attendant bearing a tray lined up with champagne.

I watched in horror for a split second as she struggled to control the flailing flutes, before they clattered directly onto my expensive tuxedo.

My first instinct was to immediately scream at her for being so careless, but I stopped midway when my eyes fell on her face.

Green, emerald eyes that stared back at me innocently, eyes that seemed to stare deep down into my soul. My heart slammed once in my chest as her hand went to my stained suit instinctively.

“I'm…I'm so sorry, sir…”

“Sorry? My husband's suit is a mess..you should be fired this instant!” I turned to Nadia, signalling her not to create a scene. The last thing I wanted was directing attention to myself over a classic mistake.

“I..I can help, sir. There's a kit in the service pantry…I believe there's something that can get the stain off immediately…”

There was something about her that made me listen, that made me stop to consider her offer. Sharply, I turned to Nadia, whose brows were narrowed in anger.

“Tell the driver to go home and get my second jacket. It's upstairs, in the wardrobe. I can wait in the pantry until the jacket arrives. Or if she can clean it as she has promised…” I glanced at her face, which was now facing the floor in what I presumed was shame.

“Alright.” Nadia let out a sigh as she headed towards the door of the event center reluctantly.

“This way, sir…” she muttered quietly as she led me away from the sea of bodies that littered the event center.

“I don't know what magic you're going to perform,” I sighed as I pulled off my jacket and shirt absentmindedly in the small pantry service room, “But the gala kicks off in thirty minutes, and I'll be needing this suit and my shirt to be clean, at least.”

I handed her the clothes, but stopped midair when I noticed she wasn't even looking at the clothes.

Her eyes were on my body, her face a bright red as she gobbled every piece of flesh I had exposed.

“Oh my goodness…I'm sorry…I never..I never expected your body to look this way…”

She grabbed the clothes from me with shaky hands as she got to work, using a liquid I couldn't recognize and a cloth on the shirt and my jacket.

It was at that moment I realized that we were in the room together, alone. Bent over my jacket and shirt, I could clearly see the beautiful outline of her body underneath the attendant uniform she had on. The fact that she was a brunette as well seemed to throw me off balance.

I switched the weight of my body from one foot to another restlessly.

“Here you go, sir..I believe you can use this until the other jacket arrives…”

“You can call me Zachariah Hunter…” My lips trembled for an instant, “Zach for short.”

“Mr Zachariah Hunter?” Her face seemed to develop an even greater shade of red. “You're a member of the board championing this gala…I think I'll stick to Mr. Hunter, I…I cannot possibly call you Zach.”

It was the innocence of her words that made the words leave my lips without even realizing it.

“And you are?”

In my entire ten years of working as a member of the board and spearheading the gala, I had never asked for an attendant’s name.

“Lexi Maxwell, sir..”

I slipped into my shirt and my jacket as I watched her keep her eyes strictly glued to the floor this time around.

“This is my card, Lexi. In case you need anything, you can text or call this number.” I left the pantry as I cast one last glance at her.

There was something about her, something I couldn't lay my hands on. So beautiful, so innocent, yet there was a layer of mystery beneath her that I couldn't place.

How could a common attendant appeal to me so much just after meeting her?