Page 58 of Living Hell

NINETEEN

Tyler

“I HAD SO MUCH FUN TONIGHT,” I said, lying in bed a little light-headed from the three craft beers I drank and for once, thankful my brother was there to drive us home. “And the food. I loved their spiced fries.” I pointed toward the ceiling fan as it whirled.

Iona was in the bathroom changing. I hoped she wouldn’t go downstairs and watch TV like she did most nights. I wanted to talk to her. Explain that I was joking about the reality show idea. Babette thought it would be a great way to get Iona’s attention. Snap her out of her refusal to see what was in front of her . . . me.

“Mmm.” Her voice floated out of the bathroom.

“You looked beautiful tonight. I didn’t get a chance to say it, but you did.”

She was always stunning. But something in her eyes sparkled tonight. There was mischief staring back at me, and I wondered if she liked the idea of me having a show. It’s not something I would love to do, but I’d be willing to learn to tolerate the cameras and attention for her.

A show, not so much, but I would learn to live with her lifestyle.

It didn’t feel right to flirt with those women in front of Iona, but Babette swore a little jealousy went a long way. I couldn’t look at her the rest of the night, but the beers helped loosen my guilt. I was thankful she didn’t hate me by the time we got back.

There was a buzzing sound coming from the bathroom and I wondered what she was doing. Did she use an electric razor to shave her legs?

“What’s that?”

The noise stopped. “Nothing.”

Must be some private woman thing that she didn’t want me to know about. I didn’t understand much about how women groomed themselves having never lived with one, but I knew they kept things private.

I got up and took off my jeans and peeled off my T-shirt. Just me and my boxer briefs sliding under the covers. The buzzing started again, but I chose to ignore it this time.

But after a while, I heard some squeaks and finally a moan from Iona. I threw off the covers and went to the bathroom door.

“Are you okay, Iona? Do you need me to help you with something?”

“Yes.” Her voice sounded deeper than I had ever heard it. I reached for the door handle and opened the door.

She yelped and said no but it was too late. I saw what was making that noise and why she was moaning. She had her action team at work.

“Holy shit.” I stared at her glistening pussy with a huge purple dildo stuck out of her. And just below it was something small, also purple, sticking out of her ass with a wire attached to it.

“I’m right in the other room?” I said as I motioned toward the bed.

My cock was coming to life as I couldn’t take my eyes off what was displayed before me.

“I know, but these won’t break my heart.”

So that’s what this was all about. The silent treatment for a week and masturbating without me to watch or get in on the action.

“I would never do that.”

“Yes, I know.” She slipped the dildo from her and held it up. “This doesn’t require my undying love to give me an orgasm.”

I rubbed my face and groaned. This woman was frustrating and sexy and the only one I ever wanted to please.

“Fine.” I threw my hands up in the air. “We’ll have sex.”

There was no point in arguing since she was always going to win anyway. Any argument we ever had she won whether she was right or not.

She lowered her leg and faced me. The wire from the butt plug was swinging like a tail. This was a moment I thought I’d never experience in my life—having an argument with the woman I loved after watching her pull a dildo out of herself.

She rolled her eyes. “When you put it like that . . .”

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