Maybe I needed to fuck everything that happened tonight right out of my head.
I knew Shane was trying to fuck with me, inviting her to the fight. Just like he used to fuck with me in high school. He wanted me to wonder if she liked him. And if he liked her.
Because I wouldn’t admit that I liked her.
I told him I was in love with her when he asked me on our wedding night. But he didn’t believe me. He knew the marriage was a ruse.
So, he was fucking with me.
And yes, I was fucking jealous. I didn’t even know why. Devi hadn’t shown any interest in him, exactly. But she also hadn’t shown any real interest in me.
Other than our twisted little sex games.
I didn’t want to finger her or eat her out tonight. I wanted to plunge my dick deep inside her and make her mine. I knew she wasn’t mine. But for a few minutes, I wanted it to feel like she was.
I didn’t care about the why or the what next.
I just wanted it.
It would be smarter, probably, to stop playing this game. Ease the fuck back.
Maybe even fuck someone else?
Have a discreet affair with someone who actually liked me and be done with it.
But the idea of cheating had always revolted me. Cheating on a woman I was in a fake relationship with? Didn’t seem much more palatable. Simply put, I’d rather just fuck my wife.
Besides, she was the one giving me the aching hard-on right now.
So I told her, “Get undressed.”
And she did. She stood up, right in front of me, and peeled off her sexy purple dress. It fell to her feet and she stepped out of it. Then off went her pretty, lacy bra. And her little panties.
She stood in front of me, naked. I’d never seen Devi completely naked before. Not one scrap of clothing, and standing right in front of me. The woman had gorgeous curves. That narrow waist. Lean yet rounded hips.
And those dark nipples just begging to be sucked.
My dick throbbed.
Her eyes were wild with what might’ve been excitement. But it could’ve also been gloating, because she knew I was slowly losing it.
She knew I was jealous tonight.
The mere mental image of my best friend between Devi’s thighs, hammering away while she threw her head back and screamed, digging her pink fingernails into his ass (yeah, I’d pictured it, unfortunately) made me want to floor it in the Bugatti—right off the nearest cliff.
It also made me so fucking hard I was gonna split open if I didn’t fuck her.
Apparently, in this case, jealousy turned me on.
“Turn around,” I told her, and she did. Slowly.
My eyes ravaged the curves of her body. She wasn’t shy. It was dim but not dark in here. She was totally relaxed as I drank her in.
That beautiful ass, round and firm…
I could barely sit still.
My dick was jerking all over the place. But I’d have to touch her to know how she was feeling; find out if she was dripping half as much as I was. Pre-come was leaking down my dick, and it was taking everything I had not to cram my dick into my fist and end the torture.
