Chapter 13

Kate

The rest of my week goes like this…

Tuesday.

An early dinner out with Chad.

He’s swamped with work. Stressed.

I can’t stand talking about work anymore. I’m thinking about asking him to meet me in the women’s restroom and fuck me against the sink.

That’s when I get the text from Corbin, ordering a picture of one of my breasts.

Of course I comply.

Wednesday.

A busy day at the bakery.

A boring night at home.

I make pork chops. Chad and I drink wine.

I drink too much.

I’m horny.

Chad kisses my forehead and tells me he’s not in the mood.

I want to text Corbin and beg him to meet me and fuck me.

I don’t.

I have to wait for him.

Thursday.

We have dinner and drinks with friends.

A guy Chad works with named Jeffrey and his wife Wendy.

Chad is loose and relaxed and I’m suddenly wondering if Corbin wants me to fuck my fiancé or not. Or do I save myself for Corbin himself?

Does Corbin really have that much sway over my life right now?

Yes. He does.

Friday.

I work late on weekend orders.

It’s busy. It’s nice. I’m distracted.

By ten that night, Chad is asleep on the couch.

I cover him with a blanket.

I think about taking my pants and panties off and balancing myself on top of the couch and gently rubbing my pussy against his mouth to wake him.

He’s not into that.

He doesn’t like… the taste …

At least he’s honest about it.

I would love for a guy to go down on me.

Saturday.

Chad golfs.

I drink a lot of coffee and ignore texts I shouldn’t.

No, I don’t ignore Corbin.

I haven’t heard from Corbin in days now.

I wonder if things are done.

Maybe he just wanted to get out of prison, find me and see if he still had a hold on me.

Maybe he’s going to wait until I get married to Chad and then show up again.

Make things even worse.

If it’s over, then I guess that’s it.

I can take my secret to my grave.

I mean, who doesn’t have their secrets, right?

Sunday.

I’m desperate.

I wake up early and take a shower, fully intending on masturbating.

I have to come. I’m shaky, confused and grumpy.

Chad surprises me by getting into the shower with me.

He’s touchy. He wants me.

I stand facing the water and I reach back and stroke his average-sized cock until he grunts and groans and ejaculates against my lower back.

When he tries to touch me, I look back, force a flirty smile, and I nudge him away.

He asks if I’m sure and I nod.

Chad gets a call for a business meeting. That’s an excuse to go golfing again, drink beer and talk.

He leaves and promises we’ll order something good for dinner and relax together later.

He’s out the door and I’m grabbing for my phone.

I bite my bottom lip.

I want to text Corbin so bad.

Better yet…

… I’ll just show up to see him like he did to me.