I leanagainst the shower wall, pressing my face into my forearm, groaning as my strokes get faster.
“Fuck,fuck,” I mutter into the steamy air. This is wrong. I’m sick and twisted. What the hell am I doing, fucking wanking off in the shower to the thought of my daughter-in-law?
But fucking hell, as bad as it feels, the more I focus on her features as they swim before me. Her rosy cheeks. The sweet way she bites her bottom lip when she gets embarrassed. And curse me to hell, but I looked up her lingerie campaigns. Like a creep.
She looked so good. Black lace, red, purple, it didn’t matter. I imagined pulling all those lacy scraps from her body with my teeth. I imagined letting my lips roam all over her skin, feeling those long nails rake through my hair, over my shoulders.
And then I think about what she said, about sitting on my face and soaking my beard, and with a loud groan, I explode.
My chest pounds as I try to catch my breath. I blink the water out of my eyes, my hand coated in hot cum, and I wonder just what the fuck is wrong with me?
How am I supposed to face her, when I haven’t been able to get her out of my head? When all I’ve thought about is her?Every cell in my body is consumed with thoughts of her, and it’s wrong.
No, I need sobering up.
I need a fucking bollocking.
And I know who can give it to me.
I half expect her not to answer, but after three rings, the curt voice answers with a sigh.
“What do you want, Dominic?”
“Nice to hear your voice too, Cynthia.”
My ex-wife grumbles something to herself that I don’t quite catch. “Don’t pretend you’re calling me because you wanted to hear my voice.”
“As it happens, I wanted to ask you something.” I run a hand over my wet face, and Cynthia’s silence tells me she’s not at all curious about what I have to say, so I just get on with it. “Was I a bad husband?”
“Yes.” She doesn’t miss a beat, not a second of hesitation. “You’re selfish, and you’re a liar-”
“Hang on, I never lied to you.”
She scoffs out a laugh. “Oh bullshit. You told me that if I got pregnant, then so be it. All the while knowing full well you’d had a bloody vasectomy!”
“I never said that.”
“You did, three days after we got married.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, regretting this decision deeply. “I said I wouldn’t have minded more childrenif it were possible.”
“That is certainlynotwhat you said.” She growls angrily down the line. “I’m not discussing this with you anymore. You knew I wanted kids.”
“Yeah, after we got married!”
“What do you think happens when you marry a woman so much younger than you?”
“Not everyone wants kids, Cynthia, fucking christ.” I take a deep breath, and steady myself. “Listen, I didn’t call to upset you.”
“All you do is upset me,” she snaps back, and even now that stings a little.
“We both know that’s not true. In the beginning, it was great.”
Cynthia laughs harshly. “It’s always great in the beginning. Let’s face it, you’re charming, you’re handsome, you’re richer than Croesus, you’re good in bed - you’re in a prime position to charm somebody, to turn their head. But what then? Hmm? You can’t make a marriage last, and you’ve really got a decent test pool there to prove it.”
I hang my head with a sigh. “I guess I can’t argue with that.”
“No, you can’t. Why are you calling me about this anyway? Got a new lady in your sights?”
