Christabelle had only been employed one day and already it felt like my life was falling apart.
CHAPTER 4
Frankie
Water streamed over my body as I stroked my throbbing cock.
God, the way I wanted her.
The temptation to touch her, get way too close had been almost irresistible today.
I knew this working together thing had been a bad idea.
My conscience prickled me.
You lied to Jillian.It had never been casual with Christabelle.
But what good would it do to tell her the truth? I argued with myself. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt my sweet wife.
And then I’d even suggested seeing Christabelle after work!
Visions of her bending over in front of me filled my mind.
I knew exactly what she was doing--trying to tempt me into breaking my wedding vows.
Precum was beading my dick, dripping down my legs.
The way she looked at me with those big fuck-me eyes, the way she could barely hide her naked lust for me. God, this was so stupid, I had to tell her to be more discreet.
It wouldn’t do for anyone else to notice.
But Christabelle—who’d run away when I had suggested marriage 10.5 years ago—hadn’t forgotten me at all. Had been lusting and pining all those years.
The tip of my cock twitched and I exploded, bracing my hand on the shower wall so I could pump every drop of cum from my dick.
When I was done I felt sick. The knowledge that I’d agreed to meet Christabelle weighed uneasily on my conscience.
It wasn’t like Jillian hadforbiddenit. She’d agreed to go!
There wasn’t anythingwrongwith catching up with an old school friend.
But there definitelywassomething wrong with my thoughts. . .
It wasn’t that I didn’t love my wife. I loved Jillian more than anything.
So why did my heart start to pound a little faster at the sight of Christabelle?
The way she bent down, with her sweet round ass up in the air, the way she bit her lip when she looked at me.
Iwantedher. I thought I had put that tumultuous relationship behind me, but suddenly I was like an addict, wanting just a tiny hit of my ex-girlfriend.
She’s toxic, I reminded myself.
We hadn’t been right for each other at all, and Christabelle had been insanely jealous of everyone I even talked to, high-strung and temperamental, with our one Christmas together ending in her throwing a massive fit because I hadn’t bought her the kind of expensive jewelry she expected from me.
But even still. . .my god, that thrill of just ripping her clothes off after a big fight was so addictive.
I darted my eyes around the living room after I got dressed, feeling a prickle of sweat begin to break out under my collar.
