Semua Bab The Chubby Wife's Revenge.: Bab 141 - Bab 150

AmeliaI woke slowly, still half caught in the warmth of sleep, and for a few seconds I couldn't understand why I felt so comfortable. Then I became aware of the arm resting around my waist and the solid warmth behind me, and I realized that sometime during the night I had moved across the bed and ended up curled against Nathaniel.I stayed there for a moment.His breathing was slow and even against the back of my neck, and the warmth of his body felt so familiar that I found myself relaxing into him before I remembered that we were still not okay. I had spent days trying to convince myself that I needed the distance between us, yet here I was, wrapped around him in my sleep as though nothing had happened.A small smile almost found its way onto my lips before I stopped it.Carefully, I lifted his arm from around my waist and shifted away, trying not to wake him. I moved toward my side of the bed and pulled the blanket around myself, staring at the ceiling while I tried to settle the

NathanielThe drive home was quieter than the drive to the park had been.Evelyn had spent most of the afternoon talking about everything she had enjoyed, everything she thought we should have done differently, and everything she had already decided we would do the next time she visited. Mrs. Wilson had corrected her at least a dozen times, particularly whenever my mother tried to pretend she wasn't tired, and Amelia had laughed more than I had seen her laugh in weeks.I had spent most of the afternoon watching her when I thought she wasn't looking. There had been moments when she seemed to forget that we were still carrying something between us. She had laughed at my mother's ridiculous rules during the couples' games, rolled her eyes when Evelyn insisted we hold hands for one of the activities, and even smiled at me when I deliberately let her win.Those moments meant more to me than I wanted to admit. They also made me more aware of how much I had missed my wife.By the time we reac

NathanielI made it halfway to the sitting room before I stopped and turned around, staring at the closed bedroom door as though Amelia might somehow come back out and explain what had just happened.I had no idea what I'd done wrong.One minute she had asked me to massage her shoulder, and the next she was telling me to leave her alone. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to make sense of it, but the more I thought about it, the less sense it made. Maybe I'd pressed too hard. Maybe she hadn't actually wanted the massage in the first place. Or perhaps she had changed her mind about having me in the room and simply hadn't known how to tell me.Whatever the reason, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I had wanted more.Of course I had.She was my wife, and having her sitting in front of me with her robe slipping from her shoulder had taken every ounce of restraint I had. I had wanted to kiss her neck, pull her against me, and forget, even for a few minutes, that there was stil

AmeliaBy the time dinner came around later that day, I had already decided exactly how Nathaniel was going to pay.I dressed carefully. Nothing obvious. A soft dress that fell just right, the kind that looked modest until you noticed how easily it moved. I left my hair down. I put on the perfume he used to bury his face against whenever he thought I was asleep. Then I walked downstairs looking perfectly calm.Evelyn and Mrs. Wilson were already at the table. Nathaniel stood when I entered, the way he always did. His eyes moved over me once, quickly, before he looked away. I saw the slight tension in his jaw and smiled to myself.We sat. I made sure I was beside him.Conversation started easily enough. Evelyn asked about the garden. Mrs. Wilson mentioned a recipe she wanted to try. Nathaniel answered when spoken to, polite and measured. I kept my expression pleasant and contributed just enough to seem normal.Under the table, my hand rested lightly on my own thigh at first.Then it mov

NathanielI had missed her too much. Missed the feel of her, the taste of her, the way she sounded when she let go. I wanted every part of her I could safely have.I sat up, slid my arms under her, and lifted her off the bed in one careful motion. Amelia made a soft sound of surprise and wrapped her arms around my neck. I carried her across the room and pressed her back against the wall beside the door, far enough from the bed that the headboard wouldn’t knock. Her legs went around my waist. I kept one arm under her thighs, taking all her weight so nothing pressed on her belly, and guided myself back inside her with the other.The first deep thrust punched a moan out of both of us.I kissed her hard, swallowing the sound before it could travel. My mother was in her room, and the last thing I needed was her hearing exactly how desperately I was fucking my wife.Amelia kissed me back just as fiercely, fingers digging into my shoulders. I started moving, steady and deep, using the stre