“You lied to me about where you went today,” the man—Kevin—said, his voice hard. “You told me you were at the grocery store, but Mrs. Patterson saw you at the mall. With another man.”
“It wasn’t like that!” Stacy sobbed. “He’s just a friend from college, we were just talking?—”
“You lied, Stacy. And wives who lie get punished.”
Something hot and dark unfurled in my chest. My breathing became shallow.
I walked to our bedroom like I was in a trance. I opened the drawer where I’d hidden my bridal lingerie—the sheer white set with the tiny lace panties and matching bra that left nothing to the imagination. The underwear that I had refused to get into on my wedding day.
I’m being such a dirty girl, I thought as I stripped off my modest clothes.Such a naughty, dirty girl.
But I couldn’t stop. I pulled on the lingerie, feeling the sheer fabric against my skin. In the mirror, I looked exactly like what I was—a wife trying to seduce her husband into taking her.
I returned to the living room and settled back on the couch. On screen, Stacy’s husband had her bent over the bed, her skirt raised, her panties pulled down. His belt whistled through the air.
My hand drifted between my legs, finding the damp lace there. I pressed against myself, feeling that familiar heat building.
Stacy was counting, the way good girls did when their husbands corrected them. “Seven, sir! Thank you, sir!”
My fingers moved faster, circling and pressing. On screen, Kevin set aside his belt and began unfastening his pants.
“You’re going to learn what happens to lying wives,” he said.
I heard the front door open. Chris’s keys hit the table in the entryway with a loud jingle.
But I couldn’t stop. My fingers kept moving, my eyes fixed on the screen where Stacy’s husband was climbing onto the bed behind her.
“Valerie?” Chris’s voice came from the hallway. “I’m home. Something smells good?—”
He appeared in the doorway of the living room.
His eyes went wide as he took in the scene. Me on the couch in my bridal lingerie, my hand between my legs, the television showing another woman about to be taken by her husband.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
Then Chris’s expression shifted. The surprise faded, replaced by something darker. Something hungry and stern at the same time.
“What do you think you’re doing, Valerie?” His voice was quiet. Dangerous.
My hand froze. My pussy clenched around nothing, my whole body trembling with fear and need and anticipation.
“I…” My voice came out as barely a whisper. “I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t help it.”
