desperate note to Andrew’s voice and, despite myself, I didn’t yank the door open and run away. Instead I sighed, my eyelids fluttering shut. My heart was heavy as I contemplated what to do.
“Fine,” Andrew said. “You want to know, I’ll tell you. But I don’t see how this will help anything.”
I turned. “Maybe it won’t help. Maybe it will make me crazier. But if I’m ever going to move forward, I need to know exactly what happened between you two.”
I waited for Andrew to say something, but he didn’t. His chest rose with each heavy breath. He looked pained, like this was difficult for him. But it was far more difficult for me.
“Ask me what you want to know.”
“All right. What’s her name?”
A beat. Then, “Isabel.”
Isabel. My stomach twisted. “I’ll bet she’s beautiful.”
Andrew said nothing.
“Is she beautiful?” I asked.
“Yes, she’s beautiful. But that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Who came on to whom?” Andrew had already told me she had come on to him, but I wanted to see if he said the same thing again, or changed his story.
“She hit on me.”
“And you were so flattered, you couldn’t help dropping your pants.” I snorted.
“It wasn’t like that.”
“What—she put a gun to your head and forced you to fuck her?”
Andrew said nothing.
“What did you do together?” I forged on. “Did she suck your cock?”
Andrew said nothing.
“Son of a bitch, answer the question.” But I could already see luscious lips locked around my husband’s hard shaft, and the image made my stomach turn.
Beautiful Isabel would have luscious lips.
“Yes, she did. Jesus, Sophie—”
“And you of course went down on her.”
Andrew groaned. Dragged a hand over his face.
Hot tears immediately filled my eyes, and a cry escaped my throat. I’d wanted to get through this talk being angry—anger was better than crying. But knowing my husband had done things with another woman that he hadn’t done with me was too much for me to handle.
“Sophie, please.” Andrew took my hand in his. “I told you no good would come of this.”
I jerked away from his touch. I wanted to scream every disgusting name at him I could think of. Instead, I managed a barely audible “Why?”
“Because I was stupid,” Andrew said. “Hell, I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do know.” My anger returned with a vengeance. “You know exactly why you put some other woman’s pussy in your mouth and not mine.” Andrew had always said he didn’t really care for oral sex—neither giving nor receiving. I hadn’t pushed the issue, as everything else about our lovemaking had been extremely satisfying. Yes, our lovemaking had become a bit routine, but we’d still pleased each other.
Or so I’d thought.
“What did she taste like?” I asked.
Andrew’s eyes bulged. He hadn’t expected that question. “Come on, Sophie. You already know I fucked up.”
I glowered at him. “Did you ever.”
“Okay, wrong choice of words. The point is, I don’t want her. You’re the one I love.”
“Did you like her pussy?”
Andrew looked dumbfounded.
“Is it pretty?” I enunciated my words. “The kind of pussy you couldn’t wait to put your fingers in and play with? The kind you couldn’t resist licking and sucking?”
“What has gotten into you? Since when do you talk like this?”
“What—I can’t talk like this because I’m your wife? Is that why you wanted to keep sex simple in the bedroom? Are you one of those guys who can’t completely let go with his wife, but if you’re with some whore, the sky’s the limit?”
Anger was flowing through my veins like electric energy, causing my hands to shake. I waited for Andrew to answer, but he wasn’t speaking.
I went on. “You say she came on to you, but you couldn’t wait to touch her, could you? You couldn’t wait to get her naked. You loved fucking her.” My voice was rising. “You loved the way your cock felt inside her.
“Fine,” Andrew said. “You want to know, I’ll tell you. But I don’t see how this will help anything.”
I turned. “Maybe it won’t help. Maybe it will make me crazier. But if I’m ever going to move forward, I need to know exactly what happened between you two.”
I waited for Andrew to say something, but he didn’t. His chest rose with each heavy breath. He looked pained, like this was difficult for him. But it was far more difficult for me.
“Ask me what you want to know.”
“All right. What’s her name?”
A beat. Then, “Isabel.”
Isabel. My stomach twisted. “I’ll bet she’s beautiful.”
Andrew said nothing.
“Is she beautiful?” I asked.
“Yes, she’s beautiful. But that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Who came on to whom?” Andrew had already told me she had come on to him, but I wanted to see if he said the same thing again, or changed his story.
“She hit on me.”
“And you were so flattered, you couldn’t help dropping your pants.” I snorted.
“It wasn’t like that.”
“What—she put a gun to your head and forced you to fuck her?”
Andrew said nothing.
“What did you do together?” I forged on. “Did she suck your cock?”
Andrew said nothing.
“Son of a bitch, answer the question.” But I could already see luscious lips locked around my husband’s hard shaft, and the image made my stomach turn.
Beautiful Isabel would have luscious lips.
“Yes, she did. Jesus, Sophie—”
“And you of course went down on her.”
Andrew groaned. Dragged a hand over his face.
Hot tears immediately filled my eyes, and a cry escaped my throat. I’d wanted to get through this talk being angry—anger was better than crying. But knowing my husband had done things with another woman that he hadn’t done with me was too much for me to handle.
“Sophie, please.” Andrew took my hand in his. “I told you no good would come of this.”
I jerked away from his touch. I wanted to scream every disgusting name at him I could think of. Instead, I managed a barely audible “Why?”
“Because I was stupid,” Andrew said. “Hell, I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do know.” My anger returned with a vengeance. “You know exactly why you put some other woman’s pussy in your mouth and not mine.” Andrew had always said he didn’t really care for oral sex—neither giving nor receiving. I hadn’t pushed the issue, as everything else about our lovemaking had been extremely satisfying. Yes, our lovemaking had become a bit routine, but we’d still pleased each other.
Or so I’d thought.
“What did she taste like?” I asked.
Andrew’s eyes bulged. He hadn’t expected that question. “Come on, Sophie. You already know I fucked up.”
I glowered at him. “Did you ever.”
“Okay, wrong choice of words. The point is, I don’t want her. You’re the one I love.”
“Did you like her pussy?”
Andrew looked dumbfounded.
“Is it pretty?” I enunciated my words. “The kind of pussy you couldn’t wait to put your fingers in and play with? The kind you couldn’t resist licking and sucking?”
“What has gotten into you? Since when do you talk like this?”
“What—I can’t talk like this because I’m your wife? Is that why you wanted to keep sex simple in the bedroom? Are you one of those guys who can’t completely let go with his wife, but if you’re with some whore, the sky’s the limit?”
Anger was flowing through my veins like electric energy, causing my hands to shake. I waited for Andrew to answer, but he wasn’t speaking.
I went on. “You say she came on to you, but you couldn’t wait to touch her, could you? You couldn’t wait to get her naked. You loved fucking her.” My voice was rising. “You loved the way your cock felt inside her.
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