Authors: Emma Hillman
she is? I don’t have to work at getting her hot, she is hot!”
“But—“
He’d cut her off, clearly not interested in what she had to say. “And she’s got this big clit, it’s amazing. I love playing with it.” His hand had traced a path down the woman’s flat stomach, smoothing down her
sex until his thumb brushed her tight nub. The woman had screamed and she was coming, just like
that. As if all it took was one caress and a tweak from her husband.
“And she likes women too. She likes everything. She’s the perfect woman, you know. I’m sure she’d
make a perfect wife too. I’m sure she wouldn’t say no to anything I’d ask. Wouldn’t you, Bella?”
The woman had opened her eyes and smiled languorously. “I’d do whatever you want me to do, Kevin.
I’m yours to command.”
“See this, Mia? That’s how a woman should be. That’s how my wife should be!”
“I agree.” Nick popped onto the bed as if by magic. He stared at the woman sprawled there, her
tanned legs draped decorously on the satin sheet. “She’s so hot and tiny. Just perfectly proportioned.
Hey Bella, what do you say about a threesome?”
“Oh yeah!” The giggly girl sat up, her breasts never jiggling at the sudden move. “Let’s! I so love having two big cocks inside me!”
“Perfect. Mia, leave us. We don’t need you any longer.” Kevin motioned her towards the door.
“Yeah, you can go now,” Nick added before turning to the other woman and saying, “I love you, Bella.”
“No, I love you Bella,” Kevin countered, lying down on top of her.
Mia closed her eyes and shivered. They didn’t need her any longer. They loved another woman,
someone who met their requirements so much better than she ever did. Tears trickled down her face
as she stood up and fled the room, their laughter ringing loudly behind her.
She moaned in her sleep, the sound wrenching as much as her sobs had been. What the hell was going
on? Kevin wondered as he smoothed her hair down her back, the soothing caress having managed to
put her back to sleep.
Eyes opened, he stared at the dark ceiling and tried to quiet his wife.
It started the next morning.
He woke up, her ass pressed against him so tightly he had an instant erection. Tugging her loose shirt
over her midriff, he let his hand cup her stomach and thrust against her butt cheeks, loving the way her smooth skin got him even hotter. “Mia?” he called out softly, wanting her to wake up so he could greet
her properly. He thought about the evening before and that scene in the shower room, how tight she’d
felt. How loud she’d screamed. He wanted this again but this time, he wanted her on top of him. Yeah,
he nodded to himself, she was going to ride him to heaven and back. Of course, she really had to wake
up first. “Baby? Wakey wakey!”
“Mmm,” she groaned, turning around in bed until she was lying on her back.
He jumped on the opportunity offered and deftly tugged her shirt higher, baring her full breasts to his
roving eyes. “Oh yeah. Hello you two.”
“Who are you talking to?” She hadn’t opened her eyes yet, still not fully awake. Was there somebody
else in the room? Should she start to worry?
“Your tits. I’ve missed them.”
She frowned. “Uh?”
“Don’t worry, baby. Just lie there for now and I’ll make you feel good.”
“What?”
He didn’t let her question him any further, simply bent down and took one nipple into his mouth. He
laved it before suckling on the hardening nub, his right hand palming her other breast at the same
time.
Mia forced herself to awaken. Kevin was caressing her and she wasn’t sure what to think. She thought
he preferred Bella. Wasn’t that what he’d told her the night before? Images spun in her mind, of him
showing her what she was missing, of how she wasn’t good enough. Dread rose through her and she
jerked upright, knocking him back.
He grabbed the duvet and pushed himself back up. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Yes! She wanted to scream but instead she shook her head. “No, I’m just tired. Night.” She turned so
her back faced him. She grabbed her pillow with one hand, holding on to her control at the same time.
He didn’t want her. She wasn’t good enough after all so what was the point? Closing her eyes, she
ignored his soft voice or the way his fingers drifted up her spine. For once, his touch didn’t bring
shivers. Her body felt cold, almost frozen.
She let her mind empty, clinging to the darkness that was calling her name. She fell back asleep, her
husband forgotten.
* * * *
The next time it happened, it was days later.
He’d tried cornering her ever since that damned wake-up call, the one that had never occurred, but
each time she’d avoided him. Oh, she was becoming an expert at never being home when he was or
retreating into her study when it was dark and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with her.
But no, she was too busy, always having an excuse or another weak reason why she couldn’t spend
some time with him.
He was starting to wonder if she was seeing someone else but no, he couldn’t believe that of her. She
loved him. He was sure of it. “Baby?” he asked, watching her across the kitchen table.
“Yeah?”
She never looked at him anymore and he was missing it more than he could have ever imagined.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just thinking about my collection.”
“How’s it coming along?”
“Not bad. I have a few ideas I’m playing with.” She picked a slice of bread and began torturing it, flakes of crust tickling down from her over-agitated fingers. “You? How’s the season shaping up?”
“Fine.”
“Great.” He sighed as she finished another glass of wine before standing up and depositing her empty
plate into the sink. “I’ll do the dishes later. Just leave them there.”
Her lips quirked into a semblance of a smile before she fled the room; and as he heard the door of her
study closing, he leaned his head down onto the cool wood and fought the need to scream.
His chair squeaking against the tiled floor, he got up abruptly and followed her. He couldn’t go on like this! He entered her study in a flurry of movement and stopped short when he saw her. She was
leaning against the window, her gaze lost in the distance. She started at his sudden arrival and turned
around. “What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk.”
“Not now. I have work to do.”
“Work being looking out the window?” he snapped back, his temper rising.
“I was getting into my zone. What the hell is wrong with you?” She frowned, looking at him as if he was
the one at fault there.
“What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me?” His voice rose. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No, I’m simply asking a question.”
She sounded so reasonable it drove him mad. He took two steps forward and cornered her again the
window, her back pressing against the chilled panes in an effort to avoid him. Grabbing her hands in
his, he pushed them up until they were on either side of her head.
He’d trapped her. “Stop it!”
“No, we’re going to talk one way or another.”
“About what?”
“Oh for pity’s sake, Mia, stop acting as if everything is right in the world!”
“What do you mean?”
Her eyes were wide, too wide, he noticed. Why was she so scared? “What’s going on, baby? Why are
you acting like this? Did I hurt you in any way?”
“No.” She shook her head from side to side. “It’s got nothing to do with you, it’s just me. Let it go,
please.”
“What is it? I can’t help if you don’t tell me what it is!”
But she didn’t want him to help, she thought but didn’t say out loud. She liked being this shell, no
emotions peaking from inside her. No fear, no passion, no recriminations. Nothing.
She was nothing.
And it felt great.
“Mia, please.” Kevin drew down until their foreheads bumped. “Let me love you.”
She bit her lip, hating him for using the L word on her. “Don’t.”
“I love you so much. Please baby, let me help you.” He brushed her lips softly with his and she forced
herself to stay put.
She hated the feel of him so close to her. She didn’t want to feel, damn it, but if that made him stop
bothering her... “Let’s go,” she said before pushing him off of her. She left the room and hurried
upstairs, her clothes dropping off with every step. She got to their bedroom, already naked, an excited
husband hot on her trail.
He had thought he’d cracked her. How wrong had he been.
Kevin felt like he was going to scream soon, and not in ecstasy. He looked up at his wife, her legs
spread open as if in invitation. He’d tried everything: kissing her slowly and languorously; nipping at
her nipples just like she liked; sucking her clit to a hardened nub, his finger sliding inside her to play with her spot. But not even that had made her react.
She was just laying there, her eyes closed as she breathed slowly. She wasn’t even wet, after all this!
What the fuck was going on? He nearly pulled at his hair when he traced her rose and that didn’t even
make her shiver.
Was it him? Maybe he was doing something wrong? His mind rebelled at the idea. This was Mia and
he’d been making love to her for years now. He knew what she liked, damn it! He’d always managed to
make her come, from that first time on her desk to their wedding night. He knew his wife, he did.
Then why wasn’t she reacting?
“Baby?” She didn’t even blink, as if she hadn’t heard his voice. “Mia?”
She stirred. Finally. “Yeah?”
“What would you like? I aim to please.”
“Oh.” She kept her eyes closed. “Whatever you want.”
“No, this is for you.”
“Just, you know, whatever. Fuck me, Kev.”
So we can be done with it, he clearly heard the unspoken words. Suddenly furious, he jumped off the
bed and strode to his cache. He opened the heavily lined box, her secret present for him on their
wedding day. He’d loved it, stil did, but now as he stared at the display of toys, he wondered what he
was doing.
Eyeing her favorite, he quickly picked it up and let the box close with a bang. He joined her once again on the bed and did his best to ignore her blank face; instead he focused on the body he knew so well
and went to work.
He opened her up and thrust the toy home, wincing when he felt resistance. She wasn’t wet enough
and it’d probably hurt and yet, she hadn’t moved. Not a single inch. Shaking his head, he turned it on
and heard the vibrations start. Her legs stiffened but she still didn’t say anything.
For fuck’s sake! He was going to make her come, one way or another. Tilting the toy until he was sure it was hitting her G-spot, he started moving it in small increments. Round and round, up and down, his
tongue following the same rhythm on her clit.
Her hips jerked up.
Yes! He exulted inwardly but never stopped. Instead, he picked up the pace, his thumb hitting the
vibe’s controls so it moved more rapidly.
Her breath hitched.
He looked up just in time to see her mouth open and a small moan escape. Then she became still once
again.
It took him a while to understand that had been her orgasm.
Angry at himself, at her, at the world, he pushed her thighs wider and settled over her. In one push, he was inside her to the hilt. He made love to her, somewhere in his mind hoping it would change things.
That feeling him inside her would awaken something in her. But no, nothing happened. Not when he
sped up, his thrusts erratic. Not when he leaned down, his teeth biting into the tender skin of her
shoulder. Not when he shouted his release, pumping inside her wildly.
And not when he slumped on top of her, blinking back tears of frustration.
“I love you”, he whispered against her hair.
He waited for her reply and it took a while before she finally came out of her torpor and responded in
kind.
* * * *
“I need help.” Kevin stormed into his home, looking near bursting point.
Nick eyed him up before shutting the front door. “What’s up?”
“I don’t know what to do. I just...I need help, Nick. I can’t deal with it anymore. You have to talk to her, get it out of her. Get her to react. Something!”
“Is something wrong with Mia?”
“You can say that again.” Kevin slumped into the nearest armchair.
“What’s going on?” Nick asked, hating himself for not having known about this sooner. He’d avoided
Mia ever since that night, when he’d been forced to push her out of here. He wasn’t that nice, he
couldn’t not want her! “I haven’t seen her in a while.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Don’t play this game with me, Nick!”
“I...I’ve been avoiding her.” He settled on the sofa, his fingers tense on his thighs.
“Why?”
“She came to see me and we were talking and I...I wanted her, all right?”
“And?” His friend looked at him steadily, knowing there was more to the story.
“And I told her she needed to leave. I don’t have that much control!”
“I’m sorry.”
Nick blinked. “What? Why?”
“I shouldn’t have asked you to spend the night with us. It was stupid of me.”
“No, no, I loved it. You know I did!”
“Maybe but Nick, don’t you see? You promised her it wouldn’t have any effect on your friendship and
now she can’t even talk to you without you wanting her!”
“It’s not that, it’s just she was talking about sex and there’s so much I can take before–I’m a man, I
can’t help it!”
“She was talking to you…about sex?”