Then, predictably, I got herundressed.
On mycouch.
Underneathme.
I was just about to peel off her panties when my phone started ringing. When we realized the number calling was Jessa’s, Maggie freaked out and made me answer it. She was up and getting dressed before I’d even gotten off the phone. By the time I told her Jessa’s water had broke, she was out thedoor.
After that, she avoided me evenharder.
She didn’t seem as mad. Regretful, maybe. But she clearly didn’t want to be alone with me. I let it slide for a while, because I figured she’d come around again, like she alwaysdid.
At least she wasn’t being as cold to meanymore.
But then Christmashappened.
On the eve of Christmas Eve, I threw a party at my place, and Maggie helped me plan it. Neither of us invited Dallas… but Dallas showedup.
That night, Maggie saw Dallas all overme.
And read the situation totallywrong.
Fact was, women were always coming up to me and feeling me up. A lot of the female population just seemed to think they had a right to. Like my cock was public property or something. In the past, it wasn’t like Iminded.
These days, I avoided that shit as much aspossible.
But chicks could beruthless.
Wasn’t exactly my fault Dallas walked up to me and grabbed my dick before I could stop her. Wasn’t really Dallas’ fault either; she didn’t exactly know I was married. Thanks to Maggie and herDon’t you dare tell anyonebullshit.
All Maggie saw, though, was Dallas’ hand down the front of mypants.
Really, Maggie had seen it all. Most of the time she seemed to just let it roll off. She definitely saw more shit and put up with more shit than any woman should haveto.
Half the reason I loved her, probably—she was strong ashell.
But even though she kept refusing to be my wife, when she saw Dallas grope me like that, I knew it cuther.
Even if I never wanted it tohappen.
True, I’d fucked Dallas a few times. But that was before I married Maggie. Since we’d been married, I’d only fucked Dallasonce, and that was in the early days, when Maggie was barely speaking to me and kept demanding adivorce.
I was only human, I was a fucking dude, and besides that, I had a heart and Maggie and her insistence that our marriage was a crock of shit did a number on it for awhile.
I’d tried to explain all of that to her, again, after the Christmas party. But she wasn’t havingit.
Instead, she froze me the fuckout.
And the cold war started all overagain.
She pretended like she didn’t give a fuck about me or where I put mydick.
But all those times I’d gotten her alone, gotten her naked, and pounded her defenses right down to theground…
Shecared.
I’d seen it in her eyes. Felt it in her anger. Fucking tasted it all over her when she gave in tome.
She cared a fuck of a lot more than she everadmitted.
