I attempt to shift my mind in the stillness of the night to retribution. Something I’m very capable of, relish in fact.
I’ve certainly had a lot of practice, and now I know why.
Tiffany sighs, a sweet sound of contentment as she snuggles beside me, her arm pulling me in tighter as she whimpers in her sleep. I tighten my hold, wishing I could dive into her dream and slay whatever is concerning her, accepting she is angry with me and probably already hates me.
Your wife hates you; why wouldn’t she?
That angry voice will not go away and is a burden I have grown used to bearing.
Minutes merge into hours as I attempt to relax, but for the entire night I lie by Tiffany’s side, battling the demons away, sleep merely snatched in fleeting moments before my mind wakes me to prevent me from falling too deeply.
* * *
At five amI slide from the bed and leave Tiffany sleeping peacefully, a sweet smile on her beautiful face, the image I take with me.
I head to my gym in the basement, after stopping by my room to change, and as I begin my workout, loud music pumps from the speakers – classical rock, my favorite blend of madness.
It must be six am when the door opens, and a vision reflects in the floor to ceiling mirrors.
Tiffany stands there with tousled hair, her silk robe slightly parted as she rubs her eyes.
“You left.”
Two words that speak volumes as I note the sadness in them, and I’m strangely touched by how she came to find me.
I lower the weights and watch her hesitate. As I reach for my water bottle, I chug down the contents, my muscles screaming from the hard workout I always put them through.
“I thought you wanted me to leave.”
“I, um, did last night anyway.”
She approaches and gazes around her with interest.
“The machines look complicated.”
“They’re not. Have you ever been in a gym before?”
“No.” She shrugs, hesitating as she stands nearby, and I shift, pointing to the space beside me.
As she drops onto it, the robe falls open, revealing the swell of her breast, and I hate that she pulls it tight around her and smiles guiltily.
“I hope you don’t mind the intrusion. It’s just, well, I woke up and, well, wondered where you went.”
Something tugs at my heart at her concern, and I don’t miss how her attention drifts to my sweat-covered body, a hint of blush in her cheeks as she bites on her bottom lip.
I reach out, stroking her hair back away from her face, loving how she trembles, her muscles relaxing as she leans against my hand.
“Tiffany.”
I edge closer, my hand slipping around the back of her head, angling her closer, staring into her eyes as she gazes into mine with the face of an angel.
Her lips part and I claim them with mine, loving the sweet taste of her, the warmth from her body, the soft skin begging to slide against mine.
I shift the robe off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. My hand reaches for one of them, running my finger over the hard nipple.
Her soft moan causes my cock to jerk in my pants, and I ease them down with one hand, shifting her onto my lap to sit astride me. Her arms lock behind me, pulling my head closer, her lips claiming mine this time as she rubs hard against my cock. Her tits crush against my chest, and her kiss is deeper, more passionate, and I shift her slightly, bringing her down slowly onto my cock.
“Oh, God.”
