Alle Kapitel von My Husband Is Gay So I Found a Younger Man: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

“Sofia?”I blinked, squinting in the startling light. Jack had flicked all the bedroom lights on and was currently hovering above me, a scowl on his face.“What time is it?” I croaked as I sat up, although I could already tell that it was an ungodly hour.“Four a.m.,” was his impatient reply.“Listen, I have to go back into the city. A client of mine needs me urgently.”I wiped the sleep out of my eyes, registering for the first time his charcoal-black suit and briefcase in hand. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I murmured, kicking the covers off. Jack took a few steps back. “I didn’t even want to come out here but you said this was our little vacation! And now you’re zooming back into work-mode. What the fukk, Jack?” I spat at him, pushing past him and padding to the bathroom.“Don’t be so infantile, Sofia. You’re thirty-eight, not three, for God’s sake,” he countered calmly. “Besides, I’ll only be a few hours; back by lunch. It’s not like you’re even going to be up, is it?”I splashed

“Mrs. Harrington?”I poked my head out from under the covers.“What?” I mumbled, wincing in the sunlight. The curtains had been pulled apart and the sunlight that poured in was near blinding.“Mr. Harrington told me to tell you that he does not want to be disturbed this morning. He is in his study,” Holly recited, standing patiently at my bedside. “May I bring you breakfast in bed?”“I won’t disturb him,” I muttered irritably, sitting up and yawning. “And yes, that would be great.”Holly nodded and turned on her heel, humming to herself. She really was a doll and I had no idea what I would’ve done without her.Smiling, I went to the bathroom, splashing water on my face and brushing my teeth. The broken shower caught my eye, and I couldn’t help the burst of energy that fizzed through my entire body. This shower was a reminder.A reminder of the day before.“Malfunction in the bathroom,” I’d simply told Jack when he finally reappeared late in the afternoon, half-hearted apologies on his

It felt incredible to have him like this, to know that I was making him like this.Vaughn’s eyes were knowing, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. “Will you fúck me now, Sofia?”Desire had a noose around my throat. Placing one hand on each armrest, I raised myself off him until he was partially inside me then, without warning, came back down on him, overflowing with his length. A groan escaped his lips while I did it again and again, until I worked out a rhythm that was beginning to liquefy my insides. Riding him set off a chain reaction of mini climaxes, one after the other, and I wanted more, wanted to feel alive again and again.Time seemed to pass, but it had no meaning in that attic until, finally, I was too spent to even blink. Breathing rapidly, I practically collapsed on top of him. It felt right when his arms came around me and he kissed my earlobe.“I don’t think I’ll finish that shower today,” he whispered into my ear, hishands running along my spine.“I don’t think s

I had only actually met Harriet Periwinkle once before.As Jack had been quick to point out, her husband (whatever his name was) owned the stables beside the Comptons Lake, ergo the Periwinkles were a very wealthy couple – and extremely stuck-up and old-fashioned, at least from what little I’d seen.So it was no wonder I was shaking in my gladiator sandals as I made my way into my kitchen. Harriet Periwinkle was the last person I’d ever wanted to discover me spread-eagled before my plumber. Not that I actually ever wanted anyone to find out about this little affair – but that was beside the point.Peeking through the entranceway, I spotted Harriet Periwinkle sitting at the table, sipping a large glass of what I could see was pulp orange juice. She’d quickly made herself right at home without my say-so. Dressed in a silk cream blouse and tan slacks, she looked exactly like the pompous Stepford wife I knew she was. Everything about her screamed opulence and sophistication, and it greatly

Therefore I was forced to watch a pórno called True Cúm. Cookie Ass-House was blonde, busty, had an annoyingly fake Southern twang, and could telepathically tell when a man was hórny for her. She scréwed guys in the diner she worked at, which was about the only thing this bad pórno had going for it: The sex was good, the acting bad."I can tell…" Cookie wailed, as a potbellied vampire took her from behind "…that you are…gonna cóme!"That was my cue to turn off the TV and once I did, I found that that piece of awful acting had left me hórny. I never watched blue movies but they always seemed to fascinate me. What would it be like, to be so comfortable with your body that you could fúck on cue in front of a dozen spectators? To put every inch of your body – especially your most intimate parts – on display for the world to perve over?Stomping upstairs, thoughts of Vaughn invaded my mind.What's he doing right now? Who's he doing right now?Depression set in when I couldn't find my díldo.